by Recently while rummaging through the books in the man-cave for something to read I came across A Texan In England by J. Frank Dobie. He spent a year during WWII teaching at Cambridge and the book contained his observations of the county and the people he encountered (many were American servicemen) during that time. They were interesting even if one did have to overlook a little lefty nonsense here and there. I was intrigued by the marginalia. Someone quite erudite had made them. Also, they were very small but in a very neat handwriting. I had to study them with a magnifying glass to work out what they said. Sometimes whoever wrote them would correct Dobie’s use of a word or they might add some additional information or even a bit of verse. I wonder who wrote them and how the book came into our possession.
Yesterday I saw Po Kitty with a lizard in her mouth. She dropped it so she could play (or torment depending on the perspective) with it and as she swatted it the tail came off and commenced wriggling. The lizard kept still so the tail distracted the cat’s attention. The lizard might have gotten away on its own but I intervened so that it could get in among the rocks in one of the beds where it was safe.
Friday evening Chris and I walked over to Olsen Park School where Kari and other moms were serving barbque. They were also having a carnival, all designed to raise money for “outdoor” education, so I’m told. It was a pleasant evening and I enjoyed the walk. The route wasn’t much different than when I walked to school there 50 years ago. It was fun to remember back to that era when the Olsen Park addition was being built. Most of the house I walked past were built during the time I attended elementary school so I got to inspect them as they went up. Abigail and Rebecca were sporting the face painting they got at the carnival yesterday as they gamboled about SA.
This spring’s weather has been as nice as last spring’s weather was nasty but we are still too dry. We got a wetting one evening this week but that’s all it was. I continued mowing, this time on the north end. All I’m mowing, though, is weeds and dust and crud kicked up by the mower had me coughing and sneezing. It’s almost as much fun as just mowing dirt but it needs to be done and I’ve still got quite a bit to go. I’m hoping the next time I mow it will be nice green grass form the pleasant rains we’ve gotten.