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September 26
We are up to a whopping .48″ of moisture for a months where average rainfall over the last 12 years is 1.79″. But we fear not for rain is forecast for next weekend. Can’t complain about the weather other than lack of precipitation. Mornings have been chilly if not downright cool. Some days didn’t get above 80 and mid-80’s is as bad as it got. As we always say this time of year, we can stand a lot of this kind of weather, but of course Mother N often sends something along to shock us back to reality. Last year it was a heavy snow at the end of October. That took Joyce and me about six trips to the brush site to clean up limbs and twigs brought by that heavy, wet snow. I’m already well behind in weeding and clean up so it won’t matter that much, I guess.
Rebecca and Kari joined me to attend church at the church rather than in our living room which we have been doing since the spring of ’20. We attended the coot and codger service. The attendance was less than before but not bad. In general, the people seemed a little slower and wobblier. I know I am. Otherwise, folks looked like the are holding their own.
September 19
Ours was an eventful Friday and Saturday as we celebrated the life of our beloved. The funeral home did a wonderful job of putting together a memorial video that played during the visitation Friday evening. Mostly because of the unpredictability of the pandemic we chose a grave-side ceremony which exposed us to the whims of the weather. A cool front blew through on Friday and Saturday dawned clear, calm and cool. The ceremony was at 10 o’clock and conditions were ideal. One of Joyce’s good friends, a woman she met through the church and she worked with at one time on the “funeral team” to prepare meals for funerals, prepared a meal for us, and friends and family joined us on SA South after the grave-side service. We spent the rest of the morning and toward late afternoon visiting and consuming the excellent meal Joyce’s friend so graciously prepared for us, though, due to conflicts, she wasn’t able to join us.
Saturday evening Dave rounded up the girls and took them to Barnes & Noble, an excursion they all look forward to when the Wylies are in town. Kari and I headed for bed early, and maybe Jill. She was still up when I went tp bed but she certainly deserved to turn in early considering all she’d done to prepare for the day.
September 12
Kari and Chris have long wanted a Bernese mountain dog. Some time ago they signed up with a rescue outfit for that breed. I’m told it is a popular breed so they weren’t optimistic about ever getting one. Then they were contacted by the rescue shelter and offered a young one, the product of a broken home. Yesterday Chris drove to Lewisville and took possession of Beau(reguard). I have only glimpsed it at a distance but I’m sure we will get acquainted by and by.
September 5
The August rains made the grass grow…a lot. My guardian angel swooped in and sacrificed her Labor Day holiday to catching up on the mowing. The previous Saturday Chris mowed around their house. I was amazed at how much ground Abigail was able to cover. Other than what Chris had done and the areas I was letting reseed, she covered the whole place in about 4.5 hours. She rode the tractor hard and fast. It has a tendency do die when it gets hot, which is annoying and slows things down, but it didn’t stall on her a single time. There were, however, only vapors in the gas can and in the mower’s gas tank when she finished. Then she went back to Lubbock. I like that kid.