Sometimes I use my "post time" as a diary (although I already keep a journal). This is one of those times.

Barb (sister) and I visited my daughter, SIL, and grandson yest. PM. The boy is 10 mos. old and close to walking. I played with him and helped feed him. I think he likes me.

The parents are really struggling with their "truck farming" business. Sick chickens, too much rain and heat, weeds, poor business, etc. They are really despondent. Emily was canning tomatoes. I'm so proud of her, she being the "black sheep" of my 3 daughters (youngest--now 32). She's a dental hygienist, farm hand, and full time mother. Who would have thunk it?

Again, her mother, my ex-wife, was there (theoretically helping canning). I swear, every time I'm there, she's there. We get along okay, but she's crazy/loony. And bossy. For once, I'd like to spend time with my "kids" without her being around. But she's such a big help to the farming operation, that they can't say "stay home". And they just don't have the time to come visit me. Perhaps this winter.

Everything else is okay. Dog bite healing (still bruised). I ran 3 miles without stopping Sat. Was up and out before breakfast this morning jogging. I don't know of any 67 year olds do what I do. Not bragging, just commenting. I'm now leaving to go play golf with some ex-teaching buddies. (They're still teaching and school starts next week. Hee hee)

You all have a good week. And thanks for reading my posts. I'm trying to read all yours when I have the time.