Start of a new week---Monday October 19th

 TERRY

Terry continues on about the same path.  She will have PT only once a week starting this week so that means there is more work to do at home.  Lord come in power and might and heal Terry through her hard work!

On what I am going to write next one may not want to read it.  I shared some time ago that Dad had this dream book and often in the morning he would stand in the doorway of the bedroom, lean against the door frame and read from this small white paperback book.  We knew it was a book that was supposed to tell you what your dream meant but we never did see the book.  Well here I go.  I do not dream every night but last night it SEEMED that I dreamt all night and it was crazy.  I was in college and was going to different classes.  At one time I did not have a shirt on but then got one to put on.  I had missed a lot of school and the English teacher told me the teachers were going to have a conference to see if I needed to repeat the class next quarter.  We had been given an assignment and that was supposed to tell the teachers how smart we were so I put my mind to doing really well on the paper so they would know I was smart!!!  So there is my dream and it means nothing,    I HOPE!!!

I will be making a run to Costco this AM.  Our in home help is here so I will go this morning as Terry does not like me to be so far away when she is alone.  So it is gas and grocery time.  No tennis today.  

I do need to make a phone call to reschedule Terry doctor appointment that I missed last week.  It makes me upset to think about it.  

I send notes to family on birthdays and anniversaries and tomorrow is Cynthia and Mike's 14th.  Wow, it does not seem like that long ago since I walked her down the isle.  They are doing well with their full schedule, full house and much more.  

A WALK DOWN THE ROAD TO SCHOOL

Our ball field was in the foreground and on the other side of the school were swings, other playground items and the pump where we got our water.  During the time it was a school it did not have the metal siding.  The area behind me that is about 3 feet out is where we served school lunch and lunch when we had Farmers Union meetings there.

From 1953-1957 Joan, Dave and I walked to Wood Lake School.  Sure, once in a while we would get a ride but most of the time it was a mile and a half walk.  It was a half mile south to the main road and then a mile walk east to school as we walked past George's farm and Uncle Obert and Aunt Bertie's farm.  Today, 67 years later George's farm is run by his son Robert and Obert's farm is no more as the yard is now fenced in for cattle!  I do not know now much time we gave ourselves but I do know that there were certain things we HAD to do as we walked.  Kicking stones was a big thing.  We would eye a stone and see how far we could kick it as it stayed on the road.  Fence posts were a big target.  By the time we got to school we had pasted our pasture and Obert's pasture which meant there were a lot of fence posts and I must say Dave and I got pretty darn good at hitting them with nice round stones!  Then there was the time in the spring after the creek had flooded some of the pasture and come up to the road that led to our farm.  There actually were some fish in the water as the water receded and trapped the fish in the ditch!  Of course in the winter there was running and jumping in the ditches to see how far our body would go into the snow!  I am sure there were tags, races and more as the walk to school was often an adventure that we made it into.  Actually by the time we arrived at school the rest of the day was kind of boring.  Well maybe one reason was I had the same spelling book 1st, 2nd and 3rd grade.  Do you think I could spell the words by the time I was in third grade???  I probably could because it seems that it was often during spelling class that I got myself into trouble and had to write my name 500 or 1000 times!!!  To this day when I sign my name I scribble!

Time to get some things done.  Here it is 8:15.  The in home help is here.  Terry is reading the paper and I have some work to do on the computer.  The FP is history.