Football

 

It was the perfect day to sit in the sun and watch my grand guy play football.

Note for reference:  his mom is six feet tall.

I always think about how much my dad would enjoy watching the games.  My dad often spoke of his high school football days.  He said he would go to practice and games with other players in a wagon pulled by horses.  It seems impossible, but surely I'm not making this up.

He loved going to local high school and college games, and if the family was short on money that week he would wait until half time, when there was no longer an admission charge.

I'm not  much of an emotional person, but I always do get emotional thinking of how happy my dad would have been to watch his great grandson play.

How Did I Miss This?

 

For weeks I've been examining my shriveling pumpkin vines, and this week I was surprised to see a tiny pumpkin not quite as big as a baseball.  And then tonight I was watering - again - and found this pumpkin tucked beside a container of petunias.  How did I miss this?  It's not big or glorious, but it's s pumpkin.  With a beautiful stem.  I hope the deer stay away overnight until I can spray some Liquid Fence around it.

It is dry, so dry, with no rain in sight.  I'm discouraged, and tired of watering.

And I'm discouraged that on Monday I'll have yet another eye surgery.  I've been doing so well, finally, at recovering from the last one and the news of this one was a surprise.  The remaining piece of the tube shunt was supposed to remain in place, causing no problems, but it's working its way out.

I keep telling myself that at the end there may be another package of the animal crackers I had last time but the rational part of my mind just isn't finding comfort in that.

And my hair!  It's getting just plain rowdy.  In the spring I was losing a lot of hair, which is common after an illness.  That's stopped, and some of the hair growing back is coming in twisty.  It's not all bad, it looks like my hair has body, but it's kind of weird.

Joanne, this is what I get for being envious of your curly hair.

Weekend Visit

 

One of the two sweet grand dogs who came to visit for the weekend.  They are back at home now.

As always, we had the best time.  Good meals, a little shopping, some swimming, lots of conversation.  

We declared this time a do-over for last Christmas, which just kind of floated by in the background.  One of us was in bed with a broken ankle, two were sick with Covid, one was recovering in rehab, quarantined with Covid.  

These days were brighter and in focus.

We went over the river to see Nora's student house rental, which is quite nice, shared with three other young women.  It's a few blocks outside the main rental area, and on that Saturday night all was quiet.