Summertime and the Living is

Busy, still crazy busy. With two folks sick, even chores were a challenge. Lizzie soldiered right on through it, but the boss was coughing so bad he couldn't stand up, so he just fed (no one but him runs the skid steer when Alan is away) and went back in the house.


It is normally a hectic week anyhow, as I try to fit two weeks work into one, plus pack for camp...and, as is not unusual, I lost my packing list....again....so I am winging it and flinging it-if it looks like I'll need it, into the basket it goes. The most often forgotten items are the can opener, colander, and swim noodles. All are packed but the first, which is still in use. And matches. Packed them too. As long as we have food and fishing poles and swim suits all will surely be fine.


 And next week, I hope and pray, will include NO bookkeeping at all, only pleasure writing-no looming deadlines, no telemarketers, no political calls, and lots of nice fish. And family, always family.


It has been warming the very center of my heart to see posts on FB with photos from the Cooperstown Junior Show. Lovely animals, beautiful scenery and wonderful young folks, full of joy and promise. I remember those days so well. The kids took cows and heifers for several years of fun and excitement. And I can surely tell you that for every shining cow or perfect pig, or carefully sculptured show sheep, hundreds of hours of hard work and planning are hidden in the background. Those kids are amazing.


Congratulations to every single one of them! They give me hope for our nation's future like almost nothing else can.