Some words in These titles mean nothing.

Oh I have lots to say.

Somebody finally came to look at the barn.

And then they finally called back with an estimate for straightening it up/keeping it from falling over, and tinning the walls.

$27,000.

It’s the only big barn left on our road. Its almost twin down the valley’s been gone now for a long time.

I’d rather straighten it up, replace the windows and paint it, but that’s not practical.

I suppose we’ll do it. It won’t be perfect but it will still be there.

So. And what else?

The sunrise.

The creek.

A couple weeds.

A big healthy looking lamb’s quarter. They’re supposed to be good to eat but I’ve never tried one.

A wild mustard.

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A plantian - a white man’s footprint.

So called because it followed the white man across the continent.

I watched a couple versions of Tennessee Williams - “Small Craft Warning” on you tube the last few nights.

I have a picture of a picture of the second husky along with Stinky on the porch - a lot of years ago.
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They lived an interesting life. Stinky had a face - it just doesn’t show up as well as the husky’s.

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I think there is a blood drive in the town next door today. I thought of going but I guess I won’t. I guess giving blood is something I used to do but don’t do anymore.

Life gets full of things like that.

Next week should be the writers group - I haven’t a thing in mind to write. I suppose I’ll go since it’s all I do anymore.

I haven’t added up my money yet. It was something I liked doing but it doesn’t seem worth the effort either.

Funny the things that weigh on our shoulders. The things we could do if we wanted to. The things that add up day to day, month to month, year to year.

The fair is next week. I never go.

I might go see my sisterinlaw. It’s been kind of a game of phone tag, except we do it on Facebook messenger.
She’s written a book, her life story. She has a copy for me. I’m interested.