I am almost afraid to say it for fear I will jinx it . . . another great July day to enjoy as we must be in between mosquitoes hatching with no humidity.
We did have company for lunch. My sister, decades ago, mentioned she thought it would be fun to jaunt around the country in a tricked out camper. At the age of 77, she and her husband are living her dream in an RV motor home. I am totally happy for her. They have been moving about the southwest portion of the state, checking out sites, making notes as to which would be worth while revisiting. They had had no problems until they got to St. James, population 4,800. After two phone calls, with my sister noting that she had not paid attention to the times she visited and we would shop the main street, our address was finally plugged into their GPS. They missed morning coffee time, so we enjoyed their company for noon lunch. All and all, it was just an outstanding day.
On a much different topic: just now, typing my blog, I couldn’t help but notice of a semi parked in front of our home. I could see the driver was checking out some written information. What interested me was what the semi trailer and tractor had on it for its logo: Tribal Express – A Native American Women Owned Business. Humph. After I finish here, I think I will Google this tidbit and read more.
You can never tell what will pique this white haired writer’s interest or imagination.