Mid-September 2008

Hi Folks! I'm still here.

My blog has taken a back seat to everything else in life it seems.
All is well with me. The cucumbers and zucchinis are still producing like crazy, and we are now tired of eating them. We are giving away as many as people will accept. ( Lock your cars!)

I have had another Seattle visit recently. The weather in Seattle has been very nice this summer. Not rainy. Fun times filled with food, friends and plenty of Disc Golf.

Ben is a very accommodating host, and I feel welcome to sleep in his spare room.

Brother Bruce and son Ben share my enthusiasm for Disc Golf, so when they aren't working or sleeping or eating, we are out there with friends, having fun.

This place is like a park!

Yesterday while we were gone to Wilbur, Ronnie came a mowed and trimmed the yard.

Lincoln County Revisited

Saturday Barb accompanied me to the annual Wild Goose Bill Days in Wilbur, and this year there was a focus on Govan. I was invited to participate in two ways: On the Govan Railway float, I road along throwing candy to the children along Wilbur's Main Street, and singing along with Charlie several old railroad songs. After lunch with Barb Goodlake McRea and family, we were off to the museum for the matinee, "It Happened One Day at School" produced, directed and starring Jo Robertson as a Govan School, where I would be playing the part of a student at Govan School along with Denny Stone, Ves Sitton, Greg Sassman, Don Bodeau, Daryll Bahr. What a bunch of ham! The day was a total success. There is extensive Govan history on display at the Wilbur Museum!

Luau

Friday evening we went to a luau at the home of some friends and it was good. Homemade mai tai, home brew, alot of guests who are involved with the local chapter of Society for Creative Anachronism. These people make a great mix for a party. We came home pretty early, but I'm sure these youngsters partied on through the night. Thank you Regina & Mike

Why?

A day without a blog is like a day without a frog.

But only for purposes of poetic convenience.

Why is there a 't' in horizontal? I mean it's about the horizon, right? (not the 'horizont'). I've wondered that for a long time. Today I'm wondering why is there an 'n' in messenger? It's a message, not a messange.

Life's persistent questions keep me guessing.

Monday

Barb smelling the lilacs.

Long Time

People are telling me I should post another entry on my blog. I have been slacking for some time now. All is well. Barb and I have been planting flowers herbs and veggies. I want to freeze some things for winter use this year. Groceries are expensive! The lilacs are just opening. I'll go get a picture for you. There. That's me. Today. Every year the smell of blooming lilacs brings back childhood memories of Govan where lilacs lined the yard. So aromarecollective. Call me syllaballistic if you must....