Alas!

Well, my plans for an exciting weekend were dashed on Thursday when Tiger was eliminated from the event. So I sort of moped all day yesterday - it was very much a "poor me day" until I struggled out to the store and bought some goodies along with my normal fairly healthy stuff. Thus I had pizza for dinner followed by some Almondroca and frozen ice cream cone consisting of dark chocolate over the top and mint flavored ice cream in the cone - and more dark chocolate at the base of the cone. It was rather tasty. Now, I just have to accept the fact that I have two days to accomplish much more than I had expected to accomplish - that is, if I can determine just what I want to accomplish. Love you all - Mom/Gramcie

O! Happy Day

Yours truly is filled with joyous anticipation (how's that for an overused phrase, Janet?) - Tiger is back and in three minutes the tournament coverage starts and I will be glued (also trite) to my television.

How About Greg?

Not to let Greg escape his creative relatives. Recently I found that "Greg" as a root for unknown numbers of words means - flock, herd, group. I wrote to him that every flock needs a shepherd and am still waiting for him to appoint me "Official Shepherd of Greg". Maybe we all are "Unofficial Shepherds of Greg" and need not await a proclamation.
A few "greg" words - gregarious, segregate, egregious, congregate. There must be many more. And I am sure that none of us realized how frequently "Greg" entered into our conversations.

A true Story About Rich

Quite a few yesrs ago, while Rich and I still lived on Highland Drive, he heard a ruckus outside and went out to investigate. It appeared that two California Jays were attempting to raid the nest of two small birds that had built their home up in a quite large manzanita bush. He chased the jays away and returned inside, only to hear the ruckus resume. Again he bravely convinced the jays to depart. He then decided to investigate the little birds nest and proceded to work his way into the bush to see if their little birds, or their little birds eggs had survived the jays attempts. Much to his surprize, he found himself staring into the eyes of a quite large rattlesnake that was about 10 feet up in the shrub. Rich not so bravely retreated but quickly returned with a hoe and disposed of the evil snake. That is why Rich is known as Richard Almost Braveheart.

P.S. As far as I know, the snake climbed the shrub without the help of any legs whatsoever!

happy kids - sad goat!

 

Happy kids - sad goat!

As you can see, this picture was taken in 1931. Younger brother, Don sitting by me and Older brother Ralph standing. I was 5 1/2, Don two years yournger and Ralph two years older. I always loved this picture. I had, however, thought it was more depression related - I guess it was on the verge of a depression. Anyhow, a man led his goat around with that darling cart and hoped to earn some money taking pictures of darling children sitting in the darling cart.
Recalling this great adventure reminded me of the door to door encyclopedia salesman. In my memory we were gathered on the front porch listening to his spiel and ever so hopeful that mother would buy a set of encyclopedias - we had a fifty year old set that a neighbor had given us but a shiny new set had such appeal. Anyhow, back to the salesman - he decided to enchant us with a story about a snake that consumed a nest full of baby chickens whole. A most amazing thing happened to that snake according to this man (in our eyes he had to know everything because he sold encyclopedias) - the baby chickens legs popped through the snake and he walked on them. Of course, I clearly envisioned the twelve pairs of baby chicken legs all in a row - quite neatly, of course!
Sharing my story with friends reminded one of them of a story his grandmother had told him about a snake swallowing all the eggs in a hens nest whole - his grandmother retrieved all the eggs but one (it broke) - the snake did not survive her retrival method.

Same song, 7th verse

Need I say more?