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Today is Ally's Grammie's birthday, and for a change they will be able to spend it together!
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Today is Ally's Grammie's birthday, and for a change they will be able to spend it together!
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ReplyDeleteWeather underground uses various reporting stations near me to report the weather. This is the name of this morning's station: Parnassus - Lagniappe Farm, Mt Solon, Virginia (PWS). . . . Which I guess could roughly mean "the free gift of poetry farm." What a lovely place to get one's weather from. . . .
ReplyDeleteOr, the gift of arts farm. . . .
ReplyDeletehttp://www.virginia.org/Listings/TheArts/LagniappeFarmAlpacas/
ReplyDeleteI've decided that I'd *really* rather be teaching psychology.
ReplyDeleteLovely!
ReplyDeleteAlpacas look a bit like Llamas, but Llamas are grumpy whereas Alpacas are very sweet.
Today's our last chance to clean out the garage in warm weather, so we're off to do just that!
ReplyDeleteThen we'll take a walk (if the wind isn't too high).
Kid left at noon. Water tank's full, under house insulated and covered, tool wall insulated and partially wall boarded. Shower rods up around tub. Ceiling in studio insulated, doors weather stripped. General cleanup of things that won't burn so must be hauled, garden put to sleep and covered for winter. Hole for red bud (next spring) dug, and a place for Stevie, if needed. Leaves blown from all the stonework. Much good company. Prolly the last visit till spring.
ReplyDeleteI will be going down for Christmas, whether I can eat or not. But Thanksgiving really seemed pointless, lol!
Meant to add that he stopped by the GI's office on the way in, and talked to the girl who's making the appointment with the docs at UVA. Kid's my hero, lol!
ReplyDeleteCan we please clone him?!!
ReplyDeleteAny word on what the office person had to say?
It takes two weeks. Dr. Reilly has to review the records and write a letter, and hasn't done that yet. Maybe these people have too many patients. One down, one to go.
ReplyDeleteBTW, them's *some* roots, listener!!
ReplyDeleteThe problem with cloning this kid is that you'd have to raise him from a baby. And if you didn't raise him the same way puddle did, you wouldn't get the same person.
ReplyDeleteWe'll have to just envy puddle.
Maybe these people are old fashion. Writing a letter instead of just filling out a form and forwarding copies of the records strikes me as so --- 19th-century?
ReplyDeleteWe had an interesting conversation up at the red bud site. Edwin's ashes are there, along with his cat Rudi next to him. I was pointing out my area, and he was to take Heidegger's bones and put them on my ashes, and then, next to that space was Stevie's. He suddenly looked at me, and said: you want her bones on *top* of your ashes? I said: she always loved to sit on my lap. . . . We both remembered, and then both grinned, so I guess he agreed.
ReplyDeleteOr we could clone them both!
ReplyDeleteThat's out in our woods!
ReplyDeleteAh, that's a real conversation, that. Sweet that he gets it, and that he was so good to let you say it, and to grin with you. You raised him well, and he got the right mom. I 'spect he knows it.
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