Let's face it, when you first meet a new group of folks, or come upon a set of new circumstances, it takes a while to see just exactly how you might fit in.
Most people just sort of stand back, observe, and after a certain time period ease themselves in.
Not a chance with Splitty the Maul.
We arrived here Thursday. By Friday morning, Splitty was already diving into the routine.
Wanting to see his surroundings and meet the neighbors, Splitty spent Friday morning taking in the sights from the fron porch.
Now Friday is trash day here in the neighborhood. Splitty heard the trash truck coming. He realised the trash had not made it to the curb.
Splitty got it there just in the nick of time.
The trash truck did its thing and moved on.
Splitty hauled the now empty can back to where it belonged.
A good deed having been done there was only one thing left to do.
Splitty got back in the rocking chair to cool off.
When you're a splitting maul it's hard to keep in shape when you're not splitting wood. As I told him earlier, we would not be splitting wood until we returned to Pennsville in a couple weeks.
What is a maul to do with no wood to split?
Splitty got on the walking machine for a 30 minute workout.
I went back in the house to start making breakfast.
Splitty the Maul sat out on the back porch and made some friends.
From right to left: Richard the Pryer, Splitty the Maul, Shovey LaVel, and the Fundamentalist Rollers.
Splitty doesn't mind Holy Rollers.
I was still in the middle of frying bacon when Splitty asked to borrow my laptop computer.
Who knew mauls got emails?
In any case it's time to clean up the breakfast dishes and get this day started.
I'll be back tomorrow, but in the meantime all y'all take care of yourselves.
Air Traffic Mike, ret.