Getting Out

Saturday I picked up my older brother and we want to see his accountant.  It was finally time to do my dad's taxes for 2019.  The tax office had Plexiglas shields up around the reception desk.  Everyone was required to wear a mask.  It is the requirement in most places here.

 My older brother is two years older.  I regarded him as he signed us in at the desk.  He is 3 inches taller than me and about 60 pounds heavier.  He was dress in a shiny black synthetic polo shirt and matching black synthetic pants.  He wore worn brown shoes that didn't match the rest of his outfit.  I am not sure if he noticed.  In my eyes we make an odd pair.  I am dressed in a blue graphic tee, plead cargo shorts and black slip-on shoes. 

The accountant kept us waiting an extra thirty minutes.   He looked to be about our age. I found him an odd man.  My brother used the term, "he looks like he is on cocaine".  That is how I would describe him also.  He had a fast and animated way of talking.  He would talk to himself as he entered numbers into his computer and standing up behind his desk for what appeared to be no reason expect nervous energy.  My brother said he has something wrong with him but it has never come up.  Regardless he seemed competent.


After I met up with Tinkerbell and her boyfriend.  We took a ride down to Ferndale.  Tink wanted to by a bike and there was a man there who refurbished them and sold them from his lawn. She ended up buying a powder blue Rollfast bike similar to this one but in better shape.

Bathwater: You realize that bike is 50 years old.  It is probably now the oldest thing you own.

Tinkerbell:  Well it is definitely not the oldest thing I know because you hold that spot.  Now, leave my bike alone.  She is perfect.  I named her Sue after run around Sue.