It's been a week since my golf tournament, and I've tried to keep busy to get my mind off the results (see previous post).

Among the four books I read, one was particularly good: "Fever Dream", by Preston and Child, a brand new, well-written mystery. I couldn't put it down.

I spent Saturday selling ice cream (Lions) for the final time, then baby sitting my grandson overnight. We had a great time. I've mentioned this before, but I call him Johnny, rather than Jensen, my ex's maiden name. That hurts.

I've visited my father twice in two days. We ate out last night. I had Mississippi catfish with mashed potatoes and gravy, plus a tossed salad. Very tasty, albeit bad for me! I'm trying to get him to sign over the farm land to me while he's still alive. Less hassle. For some reason, he's hesitant. I don't understand his reluctance.

And lastly, I've cut and hauled firewood three days, and am going out again today. That keeps me occupied. I hate cutting wood alone. Even after 35 years, one cannot be too careful. One slip and .......

I continue to golf and/or jog on a daily basis. Yard and garden work is minimal because of the drought. I did slice up and dehydrate a whole bunch of white peaches. That makes for good snacking this winter.

I try to find time to get on the computer. Cold, wet days are ahead.