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Friday, March 3, 2017
Gay Mar-2-17


First thing this morning
Cheri was busy getting a pot roast along with onions, potatoes, and Carrots in
the crockpot to have for supper. Greg and Sandy came over at 9:00 am and we
headed for the flea market here in Zephyrhills. Greg and Sandy had never been
to one before and wondered why they call it a flea market. I never knew why and
told Greg to Google it and this is what he found out. “It originated in France...there were the outdoor markets full of used
furniture, clothing, household items and such and then there were the fleas (in
the stuff) so it eventually was dubbed a "flea market". When we got
back to our place I fired up the grill and did some hamburgers for lunch. Then
it was an afternoon of visiting. Greg and I did take a walk around our park,
something I haven’t done in a couple of years. Cheri and Sandy stayed in the
house where it was cool and visited. After supper Greg and Sandy headed back to
their camper and we settled in for an evening of TV. Nice to be able to spend
time with family.
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