Friday, August 7

Trail pics of today

 Buzzards




Sunflowers always make a great photo.


 That is a bee in case you were wondering,
Mr. Toad must have thought he was camouflaged on the sidewalk. He wasn't.

Project update 8/7/2020

 Yup! another 3 days have passed


There is a bunch of stuff going on around here and it is more than a bit distracting. It's a good thing I do not get too excited about chaos and disorder.


Russ,81, putting up rafters.


Butch, wishing he could help but knowing he cannot. He has been able to do a few things.




Hunter is on this end.

Monday, August 3

Road trip

Time slips through my fingers like water through a sieve! My last blog entry was on the 29th and it seems that I went to sleep and woke up in August! So now we glance back and try to figure out what I did when and is it worth telling.
Aha! I remember with a bit of help from Butch. Gary was here from Monday through Thursday. Friday we didn't do much but Saturday we went to Marlene and Bernard's place in Terril Ia. I had picked up some meds for Marlene in Mexico and due mainly to the Covid-19 situation we had not taken them to her until Saturday. Yes, we were careful... Bernard said he had only been off the farm three times since March and those were for doctor appointments. Dwight and Carolyn were there and it was very pleasant getting caught up, enjoying a wonderful meal, and being treated to pies by Keri and many of you know what a treat that was. And then we also played cribbage! When Marlene and Bernard wintered in Harlingen TX we would see them several times throughout the season and eat and play cards so it has become a tradition with us. And we still miss them when we are in South Texas and remember them whenever we visit places we went to with them.
On our way home we stopped in Rockwell City to see my youngest sister Myrla. Myrla is the one who gifted us with her pool table and thus started our building something to house it. So we looked over the table again and got caught up on what was happening with "Mouse", that was her nickname as a child. She has always been a tiny thing.

You can see this hole in the trees as you approach Lohrville from the west. It accommodates the power lines which is perhaps why Butch always notices it