If things had gone according to plan, Joyce and I would be winding our way to Red River now. Unfortunately, we were planning on visiting the Shewberts there but one of their friends passed away Saturday and they were returning to Amarillo for the funeral this week. It’s my understanding the weather has been chilly in Red River, a contrast to the 90’s we’ve had all week, so maybe it’s just as well our trip got postponed. Gary and I are keen to play a little golf so we’ll look for another opportunity to make the trip soon. Continue reading “Dog days”→
Just when it looked like it would never rain again, it did. It had really gotten dry since the rain we had in July and we’d missed out on some of the chances in the interim, but it puckered up and hit us with a shower Friday evening about chicken time. The next morning when I checked the gauges there were four tenths of an inch in the toad on the southeast side of the house and an inch in the gauge on the fence which is on the west side of 1911. The garden gauge also had about four tenths and Kari’s gauge had an inch. It isn’t outside the realm of possibility that there could be a significant difference between the north end of SA and the south end, but over half an inch from one side of the house to the other is hard to believe. Saturday afternoon we got another shower, this time about six tenths of an inch and that seemed pretty uniform over the whole place. Needless to say we’ll take what we can get. Continue reading “A little rain”→
Our neighbors finally concluded their sojourn among the heathen and returned to good ol’ Amarillo. They spent the last two days of their trip in Paris, a bit of a surprise for Abigail and Rebecca since they hadn’t been told beforehand that they would be going to Paris. Hans and Elisabeth accompanied them from Aeschii to Basil and A&R just assumed they were headed home. Instead they bid H&E goodbye and got on a train to Paris. Even then, A&R didn’t know they weren’t headed home by a different route. When finally told, Abigail was delighted but li’l r was disappointed. She was looking forward to seeing Tino the dog, Gramma and Grampa, probably in that order. Her parents placated her by telling her they would find some fun stuff to do. They saw some of the sights — the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, and so on — but not without drama in trying to find a decent, or at least, not disgusting venue for Rebecca to potty while they roamed the city. I’m told the Parisians do not share the tidiness of their Teutonic neighbors, Germany and Switzerland. Continue reading “Homecoming”→
The new lily had its first blossom, It is supposed to be pink but we’ll have to settle for pinkish.
Our weather this week has been of the more pleasant variety. The week before was hot, about what you would expect in July. But this week has been cool, not getting out of the seventies some days and only in the eighties when it did. The mornings have been particularly nice. The combination of cool, as low as 58 one morning, and calm made each day feel fresh and clean. There was some cloudiness, welcome because in spite of the cool air that ol’ sun was still hot. But if it was cloudy or one was in the shade, well, it was just tough to beat for those of us who toil outdoors. Continue reading “Cool weather”→
Jill and her tribe returned home Wednesday this week. Kari and her’s departed for Switzerland Friday. It’s just Joyce and me; and Tino the dog; and the chickens; and the guineas; quite a change from the previous three weeks of wall-to-wall granddaughters. It was nice that the little Wylies got to spend so much time on SA and with their cousins. Though Abigail was away at camp part of the time, she was around quite a bit and didn’t seem to mind being with the shorties, even seemed to rather enjoy it. Continue reading “All quiet”→
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