After.., Part 15: Nope, guess not today, Cowboy glanced at the windowsheild of his truck.

A wintry mix was pooling in the wiper-well.  He'd hope the storm would have held off till later in the morning, atleast.  He had wanted to take Jr for a spin on the bike, but, uh-uh, not today.  Both father and son climbed into the truck and headed down the road.  Cowboy grimaced, those places were cropping up everywhere, while at a red light, he glanced at what once was a small church, which had been converted into another Goatee Hair and Body studio.  Out in front was a statue of ... whatever, sporting some sort of tight, hairy plastic brownish red suit, and platform shoes that looked...well, like goat's feet.

Down the road, just alittle ways, he pulled into bank's parking lot.  Cowboy grimaced again, as he and his son entered the building.  Why was it always in the way of customer traffic?  Those stupid queues.  The two, cumbering up the lobby, were longer than the ones seen - and avoided - elsewhere. 

Oh, that's why, Cowboy scratched the side of his head.  The sign read NO INTEREST LOANS.  Below it, some small print.  Cowboy had no desire to even read that small print; he wasn't interested in a home equity - or any other sort of - loan.  Sure, the house needed work, but he and the mrs would just make do.

The first thing would be that tier of cupboards in the corner.  They were nasty, the door to the bottom one didn't stay shut, and the middle one ... well, it wasn't much better.  And the thing hogged up counter space, which was also a hassle.  

On the way out, he glanced at a clock which sat on the receptionist's counter.  It read 9:30.  Their Sunday dinner, of beef pot-pie,  wouldn't be ready until around 1.  Though the family had just had bacon and eggs, hardly an hour ago...

"Let's go get some donuts, sport."  The two climbed back in the truck, and drove off.

Meanwhile, back at the house, Lana had put the breakfast dishes, and had started to brown the meat.  Having a few minutes, she ran upstairs and changed her flannel gown for a checkered shirt and a denim jumper.  The lady was resourceful.  Underneath the jumper was an old flannel she had recycled into a slip.  The house didn't keep in the heat very well, and getting that fixed...cha-ching - for starters...that is, if you could find someone to do it, sometime before next summer.  Ugh.