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Hello everybody I was wondering if you have ever had a surprise when you have least expected it, for all I can say without a doubt this past weekend I sure as heck did?, What does all this have to do with a night of jazz for today's tale. I am sure everyone who reads this knows how I spend my very early Saturday mornings every weekend with my Men Breakfast at my church known as Cathedral of Joy by helping out making the breakfast, before the subject that we would be studying and this past week we were asking "Who is somebody you know that has issues of understanding God that can have me Matt lift up in even a small way? Everyone of the guys go say I do my part by just being opening honest with a smile and saying "Hello to everyone", I meet that comes through Albertson's front doors. So I really do stick to Albertson's greeting process which is make eye contact, say a pleasant opening, smile and thank the patron for their choice of choosing us to be the store they love doing business with" Anyhoo when I got home this Saturday at a little after nine am I had nodded off when my phone rang shorty after nine thirty an boy was I ever stunned by who was on the other end of the line. It was my mother who was here in the Tri-Cities area after being away from their home in Cuecna Ecuador since the early part of January by being in a part of the world they have never been to named New Zealand. She had asked me if I would be interested having dinner with them and my brother Micheal and his family at Granny's Buffet later that afternoon, with me still being a bit tried I said no at first.But wouldn't you know it less than ten minutes later I redialed their state side mobile phone to let them know I would be more than ready at the said time, So I went and did what I needed too of other important stuff before that pickup time, and after that big meal we went back to Micheal's home and our folks showed us a slideshow of the New Zealand adventure, before night was over I had heard of plans leading to today's title. Here's a link to my mom's own blog watsontravels.blogspot.com
,if you'd like to see those very photos for yourself. I of course went and worked on the next day a really rare thing for me to be doing, this was because I needed time to do my taxes on Monday before next Monday when they are needing to be in by. Well after we got done with my taxes as it were we my folks and I went to pick up my step brother Lyle, we had a few hours to kill till this Jazzy event was to occur so we went to Round Table pizza at five. Lyle I hadn't seen since last year during my birthday at Micheal's place that I can recall at this moment seems to be doing fair and lively about bringing up interesting subjects to talk about. The place of where the jazz concert took place at the rival high school from where I tended school known as Hanford High it is the name of our fair city Richland Washington, the name of the group is Tommy Dorsey Orchestra and while Chuck ,mom, and I were waiting to getting tickets Lyle was chatting with Micheal and his bunch. It turns out that the silliest thing while getting those passes, I was asked by a person in a minivan "Where is the library?", I could only say I never knew with being honest.To say what part I loved most was that during this was during the intermission I saw a childhood friend's mother that I haven't seen since the days of when I was a club scout in the latter seventies.
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