An Inch Of Rain

At the risk of being monotonous, I’ll start with the weather.  It really is news-worthy when we get some significant moisture and the inch of rain that fell over a 24-hour+ period last week was significant.  My weeds are so grateful.

Thursday evening we attended Rebecca’s pre-school class performance of various music such as itsy-bitsy-spider.  Their styling of that fine old classic was quite good.  It was the 50th anniversary of St Paul Methodist’s program for little ones.  They introduced several alumni ranging from a lady that must have attended one of the first classes through a 13 year-old girl.  At the end of the program they invited all alumni in the audience to join them at the front and Abigail took her rightful place to receive applause.

Have I mentioned that one of the goonies is nesting.  Some estimates have there as many as 50 eggs.  It’s doubtful if they will all hatch and that many keats that do escape the egg will survive to adulthood but the people living around SA might runs us all out of town on a rail if there is a significant increase in the goonie population.  Why, sometimes I have a hard time hearing the highway noise over their racket.  I just read a book titled That Quail, Robert which Aunt Betty gave Mom in 1989.  It’s amazing how people-friendly the little bird was and the author mentioned hearing from other people who also had similar relationships with quail.  Maybe that’s what we ought to raise, quail.

No doubt you are dying to know what I accomplished yesterday, so I’ll tell you.  After completing my normal Saturday morning chores, I got back to weed spraying.  Conditions were ideal for that; recent moisture, light wind and warm sunshine.  I finished my third 4-gallon load about lunchtime and Joyce and I went to the Rock Ranch for a load of granite.  The ranch is open on Saturdays this time of year and they were pretty busy when we got there.  Since that was our 15th load they know us pretty well and got us loaded and on our way quickly.  After spreading the granite (I’ve covered about 90% of the yard), I helped Chris and Rebecca put the bean poles up in the garden where Joyce wanted them.  Then I put the conduit poles for my grapevines up and called it a day.

Friday evening we were invited to the neighbors for dinner and enjoyed some excellent grilled salmon on the patio.  It was a very pleasant evening. After dinner the girls and I watched a movie and then Grampa slithered home to bed.