On the down side of July

Day 29, "Every picture has a story"

Grandma and Grandpa Lee in their Cayuga home.  I am guessing they sold the farm to their son Halvor in maybe 1954 or so.  Grandpa lived until 1958 and Grandma lived until 1965.  They were the perfect grandparents.  Grandpa was happy and fun to be around and Grandma was loving, always had cookies and a visit to them was always a delight.  While on the farm they had a huge garden and many fruit trees as well as berries of all kinds.  

The house, in its self, made them unique!  Today it stands empty and is in an advanced stage of decline.  The stories and memories in this house are many:

• playing Chinese checkers with Uncle Henry
• eating grandma's oatmeal
• staying over night after a late ball game
• watching black and white TV when we did not have TV
• driving Grandma's car home at midnight the night of Ronald's death
• of course eating and eating cookies
• the AWFUL oder of Henry's cigarettes in the west entry in the winter
• walking over there after School and greeting Grandma with a hug
• enough, the memories are countless

I was able to get on Bentley today again.  I did not want to ride as my legs were tired but I do need to get that hammy strong so ride I did.  Only 5.6 miles but better than nothing.  

I still, this morning, did not meet my weight goal of Sunday morning BUT I inched a few ounces closer.  Maybe tomorrow morning.  I don't even know if I want to meet it as I have had so many mountain top experiences lately that I may grow numb.

Paul, the guy helping me upstairs, just called and said he will be here a bit earlier than usual so I need to get some things done.  

Hard to believe we are now on the down swing of July.   Also hard to believe that I am now 2 swallows from the bottom of my FP.