Here are just a few of several clues available to us.
There is a box of 1000 flyers in our kitchen. They are just begging to have rubber bands stapled to them. This is only the first of several thousand-flyer boxes we plan to go through this season. So far, 400 of those first thousand have been hung on doorknobs.
The trailer is parked in the garage. My car just never gets to spend one day longer than absolutely necessary in there. This year, they bought a bunch of stuff to upgrade the trailer, and they have been working hard to get it all installed. They are finding it a little tougher going than they anticipated.
Our house looks even trashier than usual. These boards came off the trailer, and Robb just had no place to put them. It appears their new home is in the driveway, leaning against the garage door. Actually, they will probably go back on the trailer before long, which is good news for me.
FOURTH, FIFTH, SIXTH AND SO ON…
The snow is melting… The neighbors lawn is greener than ours… The tulips are coming up… The competition is already aerating… The kids are asking if they can get paid to pass out flyers… Robb lays awake nights worrying…
The clues are literally endless. At any rate, I have a feeling the days of spending my Fridays with Robb are over, until October, that is.