Summer is Here

Life on the farm in a draught.

Gary worries about rain, worries in a big way. It overtakes his every subject; it overtakes his personality. Having no rain makes me miserable listening to him.

But this Friday night I get to listen to George Jones. This was my Christmas present to Mother and she's going. So are Ta and Stan. This could possibly be a hoot, but with Stan going it must be a germ-free hoot! He's a cleanliness freak if ever there was one! If he could see the airborne germs all around us, he'd quit breathing!
But Stan's a good guy, we all have our peculiarities. Like worrying too much about rain-less-ness.

We missed our babies last week. They cruised to Mexico. They needed to, to expand their horizons. Haley came back braided, Hayden came back with a jellyfish bite.

September is Hawaii time for me. This is a dream-come-true that hasn't come true yet. Anything could happen, but hopefully not another round of pneumonia for Gary. We'll be there September 11th, hope the middle easterners don't have anything planned for that hemisphere...or any part of the world as far as that goes.

Church at Cedar Mount is going good, sparse crowds but good spirit. Got a new family that's lively, active, and yuppie. New faces, new ideas, new words, new life, new brains.....exactly what we needed! Sherry's brain can't do it all!

Joe and Terri have no baby yet. They're waiting til they can afford it. Guess they'll die childless. I haven't seen anyone yet who could afford a child, including myself.