It's Happening

This is an email I got from Emily almost 3 years ago.

IT'S HAPPENING!

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From: Univ of South Alabama PT Department <ptdept@jaguar1.usouthal.edu >
Date: Jun 15, 2006 11:09 AM
Subject: Registration, booklist, schedule, orientationTo: Univ South Alabama PT Department <ptdept@jaguar1.usouthal.edu>
June 15, 2006

Dear New Student:

We welcome you into the University of South Alabama DPT Class of 2009, and look forward to getting to know you better. There are several things that we need to inform you of before classes start on Monday, August 21 st. The first day of class, August 21st , you will need to report to the small auditorium on the first floor at 8:00 am to meet with Dr. Fell for orientation.
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Regarding professionalism, the department faculty will view you as a professional from day one of PT school and are committed to maintaining high standards of professionalism and fostering professional behaviors. Therefore we encourage you to consider, beginning now, how you present yourself in all life-settings, including in and out of the classroom, particularly when you identify yourself as a PT student and as a student of the University of South Alabama DPT program. Finally, please email Jamie at ptdept@jaguar1.usouthal.edu, if you have any questions regarding the above information, or if any of your information has changed.

Sincerely,

Dennis Fell, M.D., P.T.Chair, Physical Therapy Department

Now, it's happening again, but this time the end is near. Tomorrow is the biggie, the final, the last day of school. While I don't think any one of the 30 or so students truly thinks he won't pass at this point, it's still a tense time. Many tears have been shed in these classrooms, much agony and sweaty palms, but also much joy and satisfaction, lots of laughter and a bond between these kids who have spent practically every waking hour with each other and their professors for nearly 3 years. They've seen each other at their worst - stressed, rumpled, and sleep deprived, hysterical and zombie-like - but they have also seen each other grow into professionals who will finally realize this dream they've had of being a Doctor of Physical Therapy (doesn't that sound nice?) and be able to put all this knowledge to the test.

Pray for every one of them tomorrow as they go into that room for the last time - that they will be calm and pull all that knowledge out of the corners of their minds and impress the heck out of their professors.

I'm going to be weepy from now until the weekend. Our family has gone through 3 kindergarden graduations, 3 middle school, 3 high school, 3 college and 1 law school (yay Stephanie) graduations, and this will probably be the last one (but no promises, I guess), so I think I can cry if i want to.

Maybe all my tears will be gone by wedding time, and I won't embarrass anyone further.

Then and Now

Today is Mama's birthday - 86 years old! This was taken yesterday when Debby brought her the flowers.

Sherry's dad had some old pictures that she just sent me this morning that I've never seen. Here is one of Mama in the early 1940s


I asked her whose uniform that was, and she didn't remember. Maybe Daddy's? I asked her what the deal was with the majorette boots because my Aunt Mildred had some on in another picture, and she said, "I guess they were in style." Love the salute!

It was a Nice Saturday

I was out early again this morning, and it was just the kind of weather I like, cloudy and windy, but just a gentle wind and rolling gray clouds but not much chance of rain. I dreaded going to the grocery story on Saturday morning, but it was not crowded at all and was a pretty quick trip. I'm not sure why buying groceries is such a chore, but no one likes it. Is it making decisions? Spending money? I think it's taking the bags in and putting things up when you get home. As I was getting the first load out of the back of the car, I happened to look down and see a curved object - dead and stiff - but still VERY suspicious. Something the yard men must have uncovered - right there at the flower bed. I was talking to Emily as I went back and forth from the car to the house, and although she was studying and couldn't talk, she tried to reassure me that it was probably just a worm. I was doubtful, but when I finished, I went out and tried to turn it over with a stick. Then I felt really silly. The thing was stiff! So I nudged it a little with my finger and turned it over and saw those segmented parts that worms have, so my good mood was salvaged. Pretty big worm though.

I found this early this morning when I went out the back door. I was hoping they would wait and bloom for the wedding. There are going to be hundreds, and the back door area will smell so good.
And the strawberry that so far the birds have left alone. Looks like there will be several.
Debby had planned to come up to spend the afternoon, so while I waited for her, I looked at the crafty things I had gathered to kind of think about making things for the wedding week, but I just mainly looked at them and admired them and moved them around. Until Emily finishes school on Tuesday (what sweet words), I can't get any go-ahead on anything, but mainly I'm just a procrastinator and won't get started. If any crafty people read this and want to come help, I'll make some lemonade...

Debby finally got here, bringing these for Mama's birthday tomorrow along with a pretty little plant that I'll take a picture of tomorrow.

We had a great time just enjoying the day and talking. We stopped at Hobby Lobby and just wandered around, looking but not buying. Debby expressed an interest in getting started with scrapbooking to get some of her family pictures organized. I knew where the scrapbooking section was because I've noticed it, but I always start hyperventilating when I get near and have to hurry past. I remember when SB supplies were just in one section on one aisle. Now there is a whole aisle just for paper, one for stickers and lettering, and 2 or 3 more for things I can't imagine uses for. She picked up one page and carried it around a few minutes and got confused and put it back. I don't think I was the person to introduce her to that hobby!

We left there and drove to the cemetery to put new flowers on Aunt's Betty's grave and then went to Red Lobster for some grilled fish and asparagus and more talk. I'd love to know how many times we said, "Remember when?" Debby lived with us twice in her life and remembered the floor plan of the house and some things I had forgotten. It's fun to jog each other's memory and have things come back you thought you'd forgotten. Lots of laughs and a few sad moments.

It was a good day, and I enjoyed it very much. Now I have 48 hours to work over the next 5 days so I can be off to go to Mobile for graduation. Wedding talk may start on Tuesday night, and panic many set in immediately afterwards.

Les Miserables

Afrer seeing the YouTube video about the British singer singing "I had a Dream," that song has been on my mind day and night. Strangely, even though I haven't heard it in 15 years or so, I know every word. That soundtrack played in the background of our lives for months and months (years?), and it became a part of almost everything we did.

It began when Mike brought home a cassette just out of the blue, not something he usually did. He had been hearing one of the songs on the car radio and liked it, I think. We played it here and there and didn't really like it one way or another, but various tunes started growing on us. At that time, we had given Emily the little dining room as her bedroom because of having more children than bedrooms, and her little stereo could be heard in the kitchen and den, and she played it constantly. We all started to hum along and sing along, and pretty soon we knew a lot of the songs. But Emily completely immersed herself in that musical. She soon had her friends knowing the words and videotaping themselves singing it. I believe she finally knew the words to every song on the soundtrack, and because of being the driver on most of her outings, it was always playing in the car, so I memorized it too.

Once Mike had a business trip to Kentucky, and Emily and I went along for the ride. I turned on the video camera as we drove through Tennessee and Chattanooga and south on I-75 because of my missing my mountains, and wanting to remember them. Les Miserables was playing in the background - rather loudly - and Emily was bouncing around the back seat singing along. Her favorite at that point was "Little People," and she had the Cockney accent down pat. It never failed to make us laugh. Good memory!

Anywhere they were, riding down the road, at the beach, at school, the girls - and some of the guys - would just burst out with Do you Hear the People Sing or this sweet little ditty with a few words bleeped out even the sad ones like Fantine's death.


I'm not sure exactly when it was (I need to get dates and times for all this), but we found out the play was going to be in Atlanta, and we were beside ourselves with excitement. Well, maybe Mike was just a little glad. After all, he was the one who had to get us to Atlanta to the Fox and then get us home. But we headed out one Sunday, the 3 of us plus Emily's friend Laura, all dressed up with high expectations. And we were not disappointed (except I think Emily and Laura were disappointed the champagne they served at intermission was not for them; they just wanted to hold the glasses). It was a wonderful cast, and pretty close to what we were used to, although we've always preferred the London version. The Fox is always exciting, just to be there. Half the time we had to sit with our hands over their mouths to keep them from singing along, but we did have a good time.

I think that was the pinnacle of our Les Miserables fascination though. I don't remember it much after that. Emily was beginning to go out more with her friends, and somehow we just didn't listen to it as much. We did buy the CD, though, and it kicked around the house, but when I was looking for it last week, it was nowhere to be found. So I treated myself to a CD of the Original London Cast, and I can't wait for it to get here. I've found some pretty good videos on line, and it sure does bring back memories.

I'll try to catch up on my past week pretty soon. Sadly, my sweet Aunt Merle died Sunday night. It wasn't totally unexpected, but she was thought to have been getting better. She was Daddy's sister and was 83. She was widowed while all 5 of her children were still very young, and lost the oldest one and only son in a car accident when he was a young man. I'm sure it was never easy, but she was not a complainer and to me always seemed to be laughing. She did a wonderful job of raising the daughters, and it was good to see them yesterday at the funeral - 2 of them with many grandchildren! She was so proud of them.

Now there's just my mother and one more of Daddy's sisters left of that generation in our family. We haven't done a good job, our generation, of keeping in touch, and we always lament that we never see each other except at funerals. We don't know each other's children, and that's sad. Maybe we'll do something about it.

It's been a busy week and is not over yet. I'll try to keep up better.

No Questions

I found this

and I don't want to talk about it.

Usually the way it works is that I finally give in (after calling every place I went last Saturday and bugging anyone and everyone who will listen to me) and tell Mike I'm sorry that I just cannot find it and to get me another one - and THEN find it. But just minutes before I was going to write that pitiful email and confess to never being able to keep up with anything and I'll do better next time, I found it. I will not answer questions about where. But let's just say I had finally had enough with receipts and coupons and various items floating around in my purse and decided to do something about it. But I DID NOT find it in my purse. That would be too easy. That would be the first place I would have looked every 500 times I've searched for it.

I have lots of pictures of the wedding site - well the reception site - but I have to go get a haircut and go to the dentist before I can enjoy life again. These are the 2 pictures I took to celebrate the return of my little camera.

I'm a little irritated that I passed by these purple blooms several times a day and marveled at how pretty they were without being able to record it, and now they're past their prime and a little faded. The gardenias next to them are loaded with blooms. I'm not sure when they start.

These are the cute little dahlias I found Saturday at Wal-Mart. I got out for my errands so early (7:30) that this was the only place open. The garden center man was whistling, "Amazing Grace" while I was out there. Pretty. I wasn't tempted by anything but these sweet things and some Miracle Grow good black dirt.

Silence

I have to stop talking and get things done, so no more posting unless someone wants to email me their thoughts and/or pictures.

I have 46 squares of the quilt done - 18 to go. My goal is to have them done by April 30 and sew them together before we go to Mobile for graduation. If the quilter can't get it quilted by May 25th, I'll just have to give it unquilted.

My bad work computer had to be reformatted today, and while it's nice to have a clean computer without 824 old emails, I now have lots of work to do, putting all my contacts and email addresses back in, not to mention the 15 years' worth of short cuts that they failed to put back on. I'm still begging them to keep looking for my file.

It took half a day, but after lots of emailing and telephone calling, I got us some excellent hotel rates for the wedding group.

It was nice to talk with Millie, Ryan's mother, today. It took us about 2 minutes to decide we were in agreement about what to wear. I can't wait until they get here. I spent some time with his parents last fall when they were in Mobile, but it's been several years since I saw the brothers, sisters, nieces, and nephews.

I forgot to mention Debby's birthday on April 18th. She is .... much younger than I - still. I taught her how to walk, and she taught me a bunch of other stuff later. We've laughed a lot in our lives, and we haven't finished yet!




Not too silent, I guess. Maybe I'll have some "guest writers" for the rest of the month while I quilt.

I wish I had a yard full of these ready for the wedding, but this was a Columbus zinnia, and it's too early for them now

April Tidbits

No time for anything! When things do happen in my life, I don't have time to write them down.

Last week, my uncle passed away, Olmond M. Hall. He was Sherry's dad and my mother's only brother and last remaining sibling. Be thinking about Mary Ann, his wife, and Sherry, David, and Ryan as well as the other family members this week as they get used to life without him.


So far, I haven't located my camera. I've called both bakeries we visited. The first one didn't have it, and the second one is going to be going back to the place we met and will check. If he didn't notice it when he cleared off the table after we left, it's probably not there. Ida Beth has been on searches around her house. So it's just a big mystery. I didn't leave it at the first house because I took a picture of the azaleas as we were getting into the car. I have visions of it laying on the ground beside the car as we drove off. Guess I need to put my phone number or address on things. In the meantime, I'll use Mama's - if I have time for picture making.

I had one of my typical conference calls this morning from work. My primary account is Tallahassee Memorial, and I love it. No problems. But lately, there have been more mistakes being made by the MTs, and we're in danger of losing the account. I can understand the frustration of the coordinators. If someone spells a doctor's name or a location wrong multiple times, I can see how they would be getting frustrated. I haven't gotten anything returned yet, but now I'm worried. Everyone who gets a report returned by the facility will be put on probation and get only 10 charts a day sent to the QA Department to be audited. Watch me make a mistake now after all this time! 10 charts a day won't pay the bills! I better be extra careful.

The reason I say it's a typical call is that I can work in complete solitude for 3 hours - just hearing some outside noises and Mama moving around the house, but as soon as I dial that number and get on the call, the cats wake up and come yowling into the room; the exterminator comes and gets Darby barking; and the yard man next door starts the edger almost under my window. I'm trying to listen while running back and forth through the house to find a quiet place. And usually my other phone will ring during all this.

I got an email from my friend Lydia who is a very talented girl. She has taken off on her sewing and is artistic to start with. I hope she won't mind if I share her etsy shop. She's making some neat things, and if I ever settle down, I'm going to go shopping. What I love about these etsy shops is that you never know what you're going to find. She's sewing more than writing lately (and chasing around a 2-year-old), but everyone needs to see the sweet pictures she has posted on her web site: http://beingparticular.blogspot.com/. I wish I had half her energy and creativity.

Gaby sent me some pictures last week, and even though she was mean and sent one of that awful serpiente (sorry, sweet little baby serpiente), I'll share some of them (but not THAT one). The first one is Alejandro sending out a big kiss. Got it!


The rest are some of the pictures of the beautiful things they're growing right now in Guatemala: Orchids, bougainvillea, irises and roses, not to mention carrots, tomatoes, and guavas. Wish I were there to see them in person.

Tasty Cakes

Several people have asked about our day in Atlanta and how the cake tasting went. About 12:30 or so yesterday, I didn't think I could see any humor in the whole experience, and we were just about ready to bake a bunch of cupcakes and let it go. This narrative may go on for hours, but I have to let it all out!

Emily was in school all last week, so I had the job of calling all the bakeries on her list and ruling some out and setting up appointments for "tastings" when necessary. (The one charging $5.75 a slice kind of ruled itself out) A few either didn't answer or were going to be out of town May 30th, but I set up the first appointment at 11 a.m. and another at 2:45 p.m. That would give us time to catch the one where appointments weren't necessary at our leisure - kind of funny to say leisure when talking about doing things in Atl.

We had stayed up late addressing invitations and getting the first batch mailed. (Thanks for the heads up, Kathy, about the square envelopes needing 2 stamps. Otherwise, we would have plopped them in the mail slot and had a few aggravated people who had to pay extra postage.) We were a little bit late starting because of waiting to buy more stamps and getting those mailed, but we were still doing okay. We took 2 cars because they thought they might want to spend the night with friends. Emily and I were deciding we'd better call the first place and say we'd be a little bit late when the phone rang. It was Ryan asking if we had taken into consideration that we were traveling from central time to eastern time, and that we were already an hour late. First glitch.

Emily got the lady on the phone finally and confessed what we had done and asked if we could come later, but she said she was booked the rest of the day. No problem. We still had 2 more. Everyone knows I'm not a good passenger, so all the construction on I-85 plus rushing a little (and feeling completely stupid about the time zones) was making me very nervous. Emily told Ryan I was "acting up." We wanted to go by the house and the little park where the wedding was going to be to leave Ryan's car and look at the work they were doing in the yard, but there was an accident near I85/I20 that kind of forced us to get off early. Ryan's GPS lady was calling the shots, and Emily and I were trying our best to keep up. I'll stick to the cake tasting because it's late, and leave the other stuff for later, but we did make it to the house and were so excited about how great the landscaping was going. If I hadn't lost my camera, I would have some pictures for tomorrow. Hopefully, I left it there.

When we left there, I called the non-appointment bakery and told the lady who I was and that I had talked to her earlier about coming by to see about a wedding cake. She immediately said, "We don't have no more pound cake." I said, "Wedding cake," thinking she didn't understand me, and she said, "I'm AWARE of that. We just don't have no pound cake. We used the last of it on our cakes today." Still not knowing what she was talking about, I just didn't say anything for a minute, and she put someone else on the phone who said, "Just come on in anyway. We have some cupcakes," and gave me the directions. Why was I getting a sense of foreboding?

Em's friend and her mother and sister who live in town also met us there, and I guess it was a little intimidating for the bakery girl. She said, "Oh, you brought the whole family." I guess she was thinking about how many little slivers of pound cake she was going to have to cut. We told her we weren't all tasting - that it was up to Em and Ryan. Finally, she kind of grudgingly showed them some pictures of cakes and one sample cake. The rest of us were just chatting across the room, but I could tell it wasn't working. The sample was a 4-tiered cake but small tiers, maybe 5 inches high. To feed 75 people, we would only need 2 of the tiers, which would make a squatty little 12 inch high (at the most) cake. A wedding cake, for goodness sake. We asked if there could be a smaller 3rd tier for a cake topper and to make it look normal. We've never done this before. The girl said, no, adding a 3rd tier would bring the cost from $175 to $300 and we'd "have a lot of cake left over." She told us we could set it on a box and cover the box with cloth to give it some height. Poor Emily tried to cooperate with her, asking questions and trying to figure out something. At one point, I said, "We don't have to make a decision right now. Why don't you come back next weekend?" Knowing that we weren't going to be there next weekend but wanting to get out of there as fast as I could.

The girl then brought the samples. About 6 slivers of pound cake and yellow cake, and she proceeded to squeeze some icing out of the decorating bag. They tasted one, and I didn't see much enthusiasm, so Emily asked about some alternatives - maybe cream cheese frosting or something, and the guy behind the counter who was enjoying himself immensely said, "Not on May 31st at an outside wedding. No way. It would be sliding around all over the place." So cross that off. Then the girl suggested fillings. Oh, this was all done standing at a counter with her handing things across to them and the whole world watching and making comments. She then put raspberry and lemon filling on cake pieces and let them taste. I was getting terrified they were going to want to settle - and also worried that maybe we had overestimated this whole cake business, and we were going to have to either have a silly little toy cake or pay a fortune for a big cake. Emily later said she didn't want to hurt her feelings, so she went along with it but that the icing was awful, just really sweet. With a great sense of relief on my part, Em told her we had another appointment and would come back later - maybe.

We had not enough time to eat lunch but too much time before the next appointment, so we went on and found the place. We walked in and noticed that there was a tasting/design session going on so we decided to go outside and wait and enjoy the beautiful day. We also decided it was too small a little room for us all, so Karen and Ida Beth went home to wait and meet us later. As we waited, we looked at the brochure I had and noticed that there was a statement that there was a $300 minimum for cakes feeding less than 125 people. That was a very tense moment. Emily was just on the verge of not having a good time anymore (and I felt the same). She was trying so hard to be conservative and stick to the budget. I said, "You're going to have a nice cake. Don't worry about it. We're going to do this," although we went in when it was our turn with not much hope. But after about 5 minutes with David (I probably shouldn't mention names but I don't think he would mind), the sun came out and birds were singing and we were once again having a wedding.

I just can't explain the difference. He shook hands with us, sat us down around a table, kind of sized us up (probably felt sorry for us), asked some questions, and told Emily to tell him what she wanted. I think she was scared to at first. In the meantime, I was looking at the gorgeous cake model behind him - 3 tiers - a REAL wedding cake - and tall. He said, "For 75 people, this is what it would look like, and unbelievably he turned around and pointed to that very cake. Emily and I just looked at each other. She said, "REALLY." She just wants no frou-frou, pretty plain, and he said it would be around $225. He explained how the tiers don't just sit on each other but each one is on it's own stand, and he's never had one fall. He said it would be very cold when it was delivered and that if it was in a shade, there would probably be no problem, even on May 30th. He helped her decide on a design and what would be extra and what would work and what wouldn't, and THEN he brought out the samples. I'm sorry if I sound a little weird, but this was a first for me, and that first experience had just devastated me. He brought a tray with 8 plates of beautiful real slices of cake, napkins, and 3 forks. Each one was a different cake with a different filling between and a different frosting. So many choices -

Types of cakes: Yellow. Chocolate. Marble. Banana. Almond. Pecan. Black Walnut. Rum. Carrot. White. Red Velvet. Lemon. Strawberry

Mousse Fillings: Amaretto. Black Forest. Chocolate. Coconut Cream. Grand Marnier. Hazelnut. Jamaican Chocolate Rum. Irish Cream. KalhuaLemon. Strawberry. Strawberry Banana. Pina Colada. Raspberry. Rum. Vanilla Cream. White Chocolate. White Chocolate Raspberry

Icing Flavors: White Chocolate Butter Cream. Cream Cheese Butter Cream. Chocolate Butter Cream. Vanilla Butter Cream. White Ganache. White Chocolate Ganache. Milk Chocolate Ganache. Hazel Nut Ganache

And we thought we were going to have to have pound cake! Ryan was getting a sugar high just looking at it. I just tasted one icing, but every bite they took, I could see the excitement growing.

Each layer will be a different cake and a different filling - to be decided later. We told him some of our experiences beforehand, and he just shook his head. For maybe $75 difference we can have a cake that people will be excited about eating and that will be beautifully and professionally done. What a pleasure. I guess it doesn't hurt to mention a good experience by name - it's called Dreamcakes International.

I got a HUGE hug from Emily when we got outside for not letting her run away and serve cupcakes! The rest of the day went much better. Especially for me. I'll write about that tomorrow, but I ended up whiling the afternoon away on a lovely shaded deck with a creek running along below us and puppies and babies and getting to know Emily's friend's parents. She said she knew Ida Beth and I would be BFF, and I think we might be. If we don't drive her crazy with this wedding.

The rest of the story tomorrow.

Yard Boys Behaving

I've dragged my feet on firing the lawn company simply because of the trouble of finding someone else. I failed to catch the man who does the house next door, and he doesn't have a name on his truck. I looked in the Yellow Pages, but that was too scary just to call someone at random, so I just let time go by. Wednesday, my brother was in town for a funeral and stopped by with his sister-in-law who lives in Montgomery. I happened to mention my problem - she's the realtor who sold me this house - and she said she would give me her guy's name who was good and reasonable and would do other jobs that you asked him to. She emailed me his name and number yesterday, but before I could call him, I saw the big white trailer parked out front. They also do the house on the other side - that's where I found out about them.

I decided to give them one more chance and get proof. I took pictures of the lawn furniture and where I had put barriers around the trees and was all prepared. I stood at the kitchen window and watched them unload their equipment and put gas in the trimmer (I guess - I don't know what he was doing). Then I walked from window to window as they mowed and trimmed, and surprisingly, they seemed to take great care and do a good job on the front and side. I got distracted while they were out back, but when I checked after they left, I couldn't believe it. Table was moved back with all the chairs underneath. No bushes or little trees were touched. All the surfaces were blown clean. Good grief. Do they like me now? What's going on? Maybe they read this blog!
So until next time anyway, I'm not making a change. Again, I like the owner of the company who used to do the work, but now he just sends the guys and doesn't seem to be supervising. We will just see! Sorry to all of you who wanted firings and/or spankings. That may come next time.
The clematis is just full of blooms. This is the biggest one. I need to get a bigger trellis for it; it's already trying to wind its way around the plant next to it.

This is a well traveled iris, one of many I dug up from the Charles Street house in Thomaston and moved first to Meridian, then to Greensboro (where it never bloomed). Then I took it to Columbus where it did bloom and multiply. I was afraid it didn't like Montgomery since it didn't bloom last year, but I guess it does after all. I wish I had had the time and energy to carry more plants from state to state and some that I did failed to make it in one place or another.
I'm off to Atlanta tomorrow for cake tasting and caterer talking to. I'm already tired thinking about it. Emily and Ryan will be here tonight, so I'd better get my errands over with this morning so I can work my 4 hours this afternoon.

Cat Relatives

Not only have I gotten back in touch with some of my cousins lately, but I've also met their pets - through pictures so far except for Sherry's cats who slept with and on me when I visited them last year. And one of them even felt comfortable enough in my presence to take her departure to Kitty Heaven.
This is Nicholas who is alive and well - very alive and well. He and his brothers Finnegan and Bentley keep Sherry and David entertained - when they're not in Time-Out. This sweet face could never do anything bad!



I stole these pictures from Sherry's blog. They had bribed a squirrel with hamster food to entertain the boys while they were vacationing in the motor home. These cats should have plenty of Frequent RV Miles and may be headed to Alaska soon.

I got this picture last night from Debby. Her baby. So sweet. Gus from Luverne
A face only a Mother could love.

Then yesterday Bobby sent me some updated pictures of Mr Pants. Being the mascot for the Northwest Florida Ballet is not without its pitfalls

That's enough for one day, I think. Jack, the grandcat, will get his pictures here before long.