Quail

There are about 100 of these fat boys around the house every day eating the driveway. I would eat them, but I'm not up for the preparation part. In Govan, Daddy had chickens. These are my chickens.

Auntie Esther

Yesterday I made a visit to Auntie Esther over at Riverveiw. She's been sick, but is feeling better. She said Lana and Bridgett have been by "once or twice a week" to visit and play Skip-bo with her. She sure does appreciate the company.

Sundark Morning

Sundark. Sounds a bit foreboding. Don't worry. It's just Sunday before daylight. All is quiet but for my sipping. And all is dark except for a distinct glow east of here. No, it's not the sun. It's the aura of neighbor Linda Lael Miller, the romance novelist. I hope she is feeling better. She's been sick. Although I've never met her in person, I feel like I know Linda pretty well. The reason for this is that she shares her life in her blog. Since she moved from Arizona to the house at the end of our road and cleared some land to put some horses, and built a big barn, I have begun to notice her presence more. So I read her blog and it is so delightful I read all the archives too. Now all her horses cats and dogs have names and personalities. I have not read any of her novels yet, but Barb read two and she says they are good. Anyway, Linda, now that we know you so well, it would be nice to meet you sometime. Your blog reads so easily, you have made the concept of blogging more realistic to me. Thank you Linda for inspiring me to write a blog.

Seattle

My recent trip to Seattle was punctuated by disc golf at 3 different courses.

Ben and I took a tour of Seattle Solstice, an amazing granite cutting shop.

I had the pleasure of the company of brother Bruce, son Ben and an array of wonderful friends of Ben's.

I should have gotten pictures.

Signs of spring?

Here's the new Jerry with a new beard starting. (Slightly lighter than the last one.)

Saturdawn

I spent an hour this morning catching you up on recent events. For the THIRD TIME the whole blog was lost before I pressed 'publish'. This happens when I try to give you a picture. GRRRR!

More later

GRRRR!