Plentiful Rain
It seemed as if it rained all day yesterday. Some in Iowa would have only wished that was all that was to be had.
Alright, the guilt got the best of me. I called my brother in Iowa to check in with him. There, I can say I did it. Every other word is an expletive. It is 45 minutes with no positive input from him. When he is bored, he goes to bed at four in the afternoon. I feel bad when my body tells me I have to go to bed by nine or ten as there is a bit more I’d like to do. Oh well, it is what it is.
I did receive a text last night at six from Jeremy. Carrie had pulled the short straw and was one of the last ones for surgery. I was correct that they would do a preliminary pathology run on the tissue that was removed. No cancer was detected, but Jeremy said further study of it would ensue. I will pop off a text to her either this evening or tomorrow.
A pickup pulling a huge hayrack filled with potted plants went by. I am sure the greenhouse is delivering to the cemetery south of town.
When we lived at South Branch and were taking care of the cemetery, there would be all sorts of items next to the stones as mementoes. After short periods of strong winds taking its tole on those mementoes, it was a clean-up that needed to be done day after day. What beat all was the faded plastic flowers. Ish.
For myself, I don’t partake in that tradition. Numerous family members and a child of our own are no less remembered for the lack of paraphernalia on or by their stones.
The breeze from the northwest is wonderful as I am sitting in my west-facing bedroom porch.
With that I take my leave. ♥