Ted and I went to Shawnee to get his medicine at the
Indian Clinic today and lo and behold a fresh fruit stand
was on the corner. We haven't had home grown peaches
in several years and were delighted at the opportunity
to get some sun ripened ones. They were sinfully expensive
but well worth it. I immediately came home and made a
fresh peach cobbler. There is nothing like fresh peach pie.

I have mixed feelings about today. I have an appointment
to arrange and pay for our final expenses. We have decided
it would be so much easier to arrange beforehand but it
still gives you a funny feeling even if it will make it easier
on all concerned. I like Joan's idea of having my ashes
buried in my father's grave. He taught me all that I know
about unconditional love and made me the gift of it my
entire life. His integrity and commitment to his family
was incredible.

Enough of these morbid musings. My health is good except
for a recent spike in blood pressure which my Doctor
eliminated with one tiny pill, sort of like a magic bullet.
Ted's health could be better and Rex is in superb shape.