Dancing shorties

Mowed, unmowed
Mowed, unmowed

Jill posted a video from the archive on her Facebook page I got a kick out of.  Them Wylies, I swear.  Jill called yesterday and told her mom I needed to be in Garland today for grandparents day at school.  The girls saw a picture of their grandma and understood why she couldn’t  come but grandpa wasn’t getting of that easily.

Not much rain this week (.09), which is almost news these days,  It did threaten much of the week but the only appreciable precip fell on me as I was working out at the Bluff — naturally.  September is often a good time for flowers and with the moisture we’ve gotten over the last couple of months they are really showing out.

And so is the grass.  Chris referred to my letting the grass grow.  Well, I aint lettin’ it.  It just is and all I can do is all I can do.  Oh, I guess I can work every day and get caught up quicker but there is more to life so I budget time for other things.  Really, it’s the weeds that have to be kept under control and I’m managing that pretty well so far.  Yes, when the gramma grass puts up seed heads it has to be mowed twice to make it look good, but fall is approaching and the grass will stop growing so fast.  At least I think it will.

Good news on Abigail’s knee: It is just inflammation causing her discomfort.  She’ll be able to finish the season and then rest it some.  there was fear it would require surgery so that is good news.  The Rebels played Frenship Tuesday evening and dispatched them easily in two games.  Poor Frenship, they never even got their score to double digits.

Last Friday evening Abigail went to the Tascosa-Amarillo High football game.  Young people don’t meet up and go to the game together these days.  Their parents just dump them off in the vicinity of the stadium, barely even slowing down, and they meet their friends there.  The Rebels came from behind to win the game with 40 seconds left on the clock.  After the game, Abigail met up with AHS friends, as is her wont, and enjoyed herself immensely, though her friends were quick to point out this was the first Rebel win against the Sandies in seven years.

Speaking of surgery, Joyce went under the knife Monday to have extra skin removed from her eyelids.  That had been causing her trouble for some time and she finally decided to do something about it.  We were only at the day-surgery facility a couple of hours and she has been home recuperating since.  The bruising is beginning to fade which is good.  My high school reunion is next weekend so we are hoping she is sufficiently recovered that people don’t start calling me Keeter the wife beater.

Oh mow is me

Our neighbors had a little get-together for the Abster’s volleyball team yesterday evening, a perfect evening for it.  I got the yard and the grass court mowed so the place, at least that around 2005,  looked pretty good.  When I staggered back to my lair the fair maidens where playing volleyball, having stuffed themselves with hot dogs and needing to make room for somores.   Continue reading “Oh mow is me”

Shrooms

Greetings from the SA rain forest.  We went much of the week without seeing the sun while getting a couple of inches of rain.  That is significant for this part of the world and I think the rain was fairly widespread, just maybe not at the same time. Continue reading “Shrooms”

Retribution

You may recall a couple of weeks ago in a tournament in Hereford Abigail’s Rebel volleyball team fell in a squeaker to Amarillo High in the final.  Then last weekend the Sandies sent the Rebels home from another tournament in Dumas in two games.  So it was with no little satisfaction that the Abster and company dealt them Sandies a solid thumping in their own gym Tuesday evening.  They made hash out of them in two games and danced on under their scoreboard. Continue reading “Retribution”

Quiet week

It was a quiet week around SA, seemed to me. Last Thursday’s rain greened up the place a little. There is rain in the forecast and if we were to get another half inch plus the place would green up nicely. We’re still short of moisture but we don’t need a lot to get by. Continue reading “Quiet week”