Periodic review of life on Six Acres
by rakeeter We buried Kitty Saturday morning with a cherry bush from an Arbor Day bare root seedling to mark the spot. Chloe had been ill for some time, started going downhill a week or so ago and slipped away in the wee hours Saturday morning with Joyce by her side. She was affable, patient and, as Abigail wrote on her headstone, a friend to everyone. She is survived by her brother Cotton and sister Khaki.
by rakeeter Friday night Abigail played the first volleyball game of the new season. Chris was in Austin and Kari had something at the church so Joyce kept Rebecca while Abigail and I went to the game. It was good and dark when we drove to the facility, a place called the Courts of Amarillo (COA) out on the south loop. It was dark and I was thinking it was dangerous the way the traffic was routed. That part of the loop is two lane and the speed limit is 70. With all the cars turning in and out of the COA the chances of someone doing something stupid were high. Continue reading “Fall foliage”
by rakeeter In spite of excellent indian summer weather, we had no trick-or-treaters Halloween evening, not even the neighbors. I would probably have given away every bit of candy we had if this person had shown up on our doorstep demanding treats.
Joyce and Kari are on a milk fast. They have been subsisting on nothing but milk for a week now and plan to continue for another week or so. This is suppose to be good for what ails you. I’m told there is also a beer fast. Much as I like beer, I think I would have a hard time drinking a cold one first thing in the morning. Maybe I could do a half-fast and just drink beer after the sun gets over the yardarm. Continue reading “Indian summer”
by rakeeter We celebrated Joyce’s Uncle Gerald’s 100th birthday in Fort Worth Friday night. His grandchildren put on the celebration. As you can imagine for someone 100 years old, even the grandchildren are of a, ah, certain age. Continue reading “Uncle Gerald’s 100th birthday”
by rakeeter It was late when my plane landed at Bradley Field near Hartford so I didn’t get see any foliage as we flew over the area. The next morning as I drove to the office it seemed like there wasn’t much color. To my surprise, the three days I was there there was a tremendous amount of change so that by the time I left the foliage was beautiful under clear, blue skies. New England is hard to beat this time of year. Continue reading “When whoever’s in New England is through with you…”