False start in These titles mean nothing.

I started an entry here and now it’s gone.

I do not care enough to try and do it again.

Sunny day here - semi-chili in the frying pan.

My wild geranium dishpan flower on the deck looks good.

I was attempting politics in my lost entry. I will take its loss as a hint.

Pretty day here.

Jim is hauling last years corn to town… using tractor and wagons. He always worries about that and so I do too. Wish him good luck. He is big and slow and he needs to be careful and so does the rest of the highway traffic. Interestingly, the last refixing of the highway made the shoulders narrower, so it’s hard for him to drive on the shoulders. In recent past years he has hired a medium sized straight truck that will fit into our farmyard to haul his grain to town. But the two he used are out of business. He had great relationships with the truckers so it’s a loss business wise and personally. He thinks of buying his own truck but boy that seems like a high cost for several days of work a year. Anyway the whole thing makes me nervous. So wish me luck. Wish my son luck. More accurately. Of course his luck is my luck.

I have some pictures but they’re all movies and they don’t share well. Damn. Little movies but movies just the same. Here’s a link to one if you want to go look.

This one might be a picture.

Next week is writers Group. I suppose I will make the calls again. It’s nt hard work. I sit in the recliner with my list of phone numbers and go down the list - mostly leaving messages, but talking to those who are willing to answer the phone.

This month’s topic is favority pet so that seems to definitely point at Gracie. Though there are Karl stories to be told and LIb of course is a topic of her own.