WordPress has been telling me for a year now that I don’t exist. They will let me post but wont let me in to edit., for instance.
This phone likes to second guess my efforts and occasionally I miss the change. It is usually punctuation, but in WEEK TWENTY – wow!
I was trying to say the doc called a meeting, brought two witnesses, and whined about how little respect we had for him. It all went down hill from there.
Now that I’ve done my whining. I will try to do better.
The doctors have been telling my sister for several years “not cancer”.
This morning she checks into the loc
Had lunch out today with oldest son in one of those places that does all the work, including dishes, and were beset upon by a couple of young ladies.
One of them being near and dear, calls me Grandpa, the other her friend, had gathered for a wedding. In the course of conversation I suggested we take them to the range for some trigger time, and no one objected. After collecting some .22 single action weapons and the necessary eyes, ears, ammo, targets, and such we wandered out to the farm to teach THE RULES and have a little fun.
They were both on paper in short order, and pleased. The zombie face on a paper-plate under an ex-boyfriend’s name brought out giggles and cheers and increased interest in shooting more.
A good time had by all, two new shooters born and left, wanting more.
The subject of my last posting was four months old a few days ago.
Sorry, but it’s been a long, hard summer. I am not back, yet, only “passing through”.
I will be back. Dan
the youngest daughter’s youngest daughter
Spent three weeks with number one son doing things that go better when you’re not trying to do them alone. Slept well, ate good food, partied with some good people, went to Meecham airport to visit the flying museum there. WOW. The only flying super fortress, as I understand it, was there, a PBY, a B 17 G,- I crawled through the waist of one once, grease would have helped! Way more aircraft than I can mention here. If you are into warbirds or the history of WW Two, well…
Spent more money than I should have, tried to wear out my welcome. Left Ft. Worth @ 7 pm, arrived Eastern Iowa the next 7 pm. Caught a little nap along the way and took time to look up Amelia Earhart Airport in Atchison, Ks. Yeah, I’ve been down the Yellow Brick Road, too. I like Kansas.
Anyhow, Good Time with son, long overdue, back home to catch up on things here. Daughter is due with number 3 in a couple of weeks. Went vacationing with one of the others, number two son, and his offspring last summer for two weeks, had a blast then too. The youngest acts like he’s done shopping. He could do a lot worse. Isn’t family astounding.
It rained during the night last night. Monday. Sunday at the church where we visited, a gentleman read from his Bible “if My people which are called by My name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek My face, and turn from their wicked ways; then I will hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land” Second Chronicles chapter seven, verse fourteen. He then suggested that the congregation should pray for rain.
Pray Sunday, rain Monday. What would we do if He gave us what we deserved?
What would the possibilities be if we only lived the way He says?
Got up before the alarm did. Made it to church in time. I like being in My Father’s House. Visited at a new to me church. My oldest went along. It’s been a long time since we went to worship and praise God together. Met a good bunch of believers. Talked to the other offspring, gonna relax for the remainder of the day. Maybe.
Happy Father’s Day
Two fence posts too small, too much wind, too much fence on the ground! Hence, enough fun for everyone.
New posts need to go into the old holes-Oh No! they are set in concrete! It’s 100 degrees F outside and no shade here. Fun. Lets put in a GATE while we’re here. More fun! We can move one of the original post locations and avoid breaking out the concrete, missing out on some of the fun. Oh well. First post in the ground, now we need our own new concrete. Fun again! Second post cut, does not look like ten feet long, re-measure- you all have heard it, measure twice cut once- yep, it’s ten alright. Second hole in the ground, now we need more new concrete. Did I mention the
The city inspector shows up with the comment of “you’re working on it, call me when it’s finished”. In the following conversation he related that he had been advised of the downed fence and also that there was a load of construction stuff in the yard???? Pick one, folks! So much fun. Tomorrow, hinges, a gate, a latch, and clean up the mess. Stop by, we’ll share!