ep08 Fixing Up Cliffs Room

There's music in here We meet the morning sky And the faintest, nauseous sea From the bright and working sky Now and now away With the folks level, fashion, singing And the simple way of living It's a pleasant little town And the folks are all your friends So let's gather with them for another

Pleasant evening of singing practice As usual it's being held at Eli Jenkins At the moment Eli has just locked the door to his grocery store, He's climbing the flight of stairs and laid to his barler.

Separate, Jenny? We'll be in a minute, saw. Them steps kind of get you Tuesday, don't they? Oh, no, they're the kind. I'm a-fitting her and it goes. I wasn't. They were just married, Jenny. That's funny.

I feel 32 years older. But you're like all husband's Eli. You stay the same year after year. Yes, maybe I ain't quite see young anymore. I used to wonder what it'd be like to grow old.

Now that it's happening, I stopped thinking about it. And when you're as old as we are, the only thing that makes life seem worthwhile is watching the young folks about you. They have such eagerness, such determination that you somehow feel they'll accomplish all the things that we weren't able to do.

Yeah, Jenny, I know how I feel. Just a day I stopped by to see Cliff on my way back from the ladies' aid meeting. How's he doing these days? pretty well I guess. Three cars pulled in for the gas while I was there and he's put in a butane tank too so he'll get some of the truck business now. He's a fine boy. That kind of hurts