There was the second trip to Philadelphia. When The Yard Man questioned, "Why do you have to go back to the eyeglass place?"
and I said, "Because the guy has to measure me for the prescription."
And then he said, "But he already did measure you!"
I said, "Well, he has to measure me again."
Then he said, "That can't be right! When I got my glasses, he only had to measure me once."
I did some mumbling, Reader Dear.*
*(Er, that final choice between two frames [soon as I ordered one and left the store (oh, yeah, for sure)] I knew I liked the other pair more).
On this trip we had rain.
It was another sky show with the Small Actor. This one included horses. And a fresh-picked apple.