There was good chance of rain Friday night and severe weather, too. We got neither, unless you call a wetting rain. I guess I shouldn’t complain. There was a chance of tornadoes, too.This coming week I’ll spend a couple of days in Connnecticut learning how to work a new product ICS is introducing. It uses an Apple® iPad® so I’ll have one of those, at least for a week or so. I’ve used Joyce’s a little bit but I really don’t know much about them. Should be fun learning. It may be just about peak leaf color while I’m there, not that I’ll have anytime to go leaf-peeping. Joyce reminded when we made the trip to New England to see the fall foliage how pretty it was flying into Hartford, what with all the color and the white church steeples sticking up through it.
Saturday Abigail and Rebecca both had games at 11 a.m. Chris took Rebecca to her soccer game and I drove Abigail and her mother to Abigail’s volleyball game. The opposing team had a grown woman on it and she could serve pretty well. Still I think the Crockett team could have held their own if they all hadn’t come down with a case of the oopsies at the same time. I’ve watched them play several games and they certainly have their weak links. Overall though, they can play. Except for today. Even my favorite Abster couldn’t get a ball across the net to save her soul, except when she was serving. Talk about stinking the place up. It didn’t help that the opposing players would squeal like stuck pigs at the least provocation. I was glad to get home and get behind the mower.
Joyce continues to help Janice prepare to see her house. This week she came home with a bunch of pictures of our family, no doubt ones given to Bernice over the years. She didn’t have the heart to just chunk them. All in all she’s done a pretty good job of not dragging stuff home. It’s not like we don’t have a lot of stuff already, and not just our own. No, there are lots of relics from Mom and Dad, Genna, Ronald and even Oma, I think. One ought not leave this earth with anymore than he had when he entered it. Trouble is, I think most folks put off ridding themselves of the barnacles they’ve collected over a life time until one day they are past caring.
We think about our friend Renee often, wonder how she’s doing. Last I heard she was keeping busy helping her kids with moving or something. Would like to see her.
Oh, I want to straighten out some possible confusion. I did not take the picture of the scrub jay in the previous post. I just found one on the web to illustrate, didn’t intend to deceive.