Is It Summer Yet?

This week I’ve been forgetful, mixed up and addled. I guess that’s no different than any other week or at least it seems to be so lately. The monthly Lind cookie baking went fine and I didn’t upset Barb by giving her the incorrect amount of dry ingredients. She mentioned that Howard Kisler died and that she’d seen his brother, Dennis at the funeral. Someone else mentioned that Linda Lou now has blond hair. I know you’ll want to spend some time with her if you ever get back to Warden for a visit. Linda sent me this article about an almost famous Warden baseball player. I’m missing the annual Warden reunion but Phyllis is going so I’m sure I can give you an update next month.

It was nice to hear that the Harle and Mercer visit to Chicago went as planned almost. Since you have the City Tour down they were able see all the main attractions in short time. Next time you’ll have to keep the kids there for a week so they can really get in all the details. Maybe their grandma can bring them. Oh, I almost forgot, she has two dogs at home now.

The paper work for Kenya is looming and while jumping through the hoops to take care of the details I was stopped when this physician refused to sign the health form. It was something about having three digits in the diastolic blood pressure reading. So now I can think of something else to take care of besides looking for boots. I’ll see what happens next week on a return visit.

One day Lucas and I spent a day at Riverfront Park where the most fun thing was going on the Octopus. After the first turn he asked to go again and again but that will have to wait for someone like his dad to take him. Grandma is up for Gondola riding these days.

Habitat had their annual Blitz Build for the past two weeks and my friend and I worked on our fourth yearly session by painting and cleaning up for the new owner move-in. It is so encouraging to see these owners eagerly working with the volunteers to get their new homes completed. We are thinking we need to combine our volunteer building with a trip-Habitat in Egypt.

Betty has been feeling bad about never talking to her sister so I went to my mom’s and we tried to call Betty. We got no answer so I left Betty’s number on a note near the phone. Friday Betty called and said my mom had just phoned her. I thought that was great until she said I needed to go pick my mom up at the air force base as the bus had left her there. I doubled checked with her living group and my mom was indeed in her room but thinking she had missed a bus somewhere. There must be a psychological term for anxiety due to fear of missing your bus. Maybe that’s why I avoid public transportation.

This Saturday Brett watched the boys while Anna Marie tripped to Portland for a conference. Grandma got to be on hand for the recreational activities to the park and on a hike. We saw a snake along with a hawk, lichen, cracks in rocks, and a swamp. You can tell by their enthusiasm for these things that they are city dwellers.

Today we had our regular Sunday dinner with an emphasis on Father’s day. It was suggested during the meal that my potato salad was not its usual and should be thrown away. Miles already throws all his food at meals and Lucas refused to eat all but settled for a bun without any purchased barbecued beef. The homemade lemon bars were under baked I was told but they did manage to disappear anyway. I know that next Sunday we will be going out to a restaurant to eat.

Miles and Lucas can make up for a bad meal with their antics however. Miles got my purse from the cupboard, put it over his shoulder and announced, Bye, Bye. He calls it his backpack so he’s not really fond of purses per se. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

Lucas spent much of his time writing a combination of letters and asking what they spell. He’s very serious and busy but he doesn’t miss any adult conversation. I asked him today what he thought of President Bush and he said nobody seems to like him. His folks and I discuss this topic from time to time and I can see I’m going to have to work on that boy.

Hope you have a good week.