TERRY
Terry woke up at about 7:00 this morning and is now reading the paper. I would say she is the say as in the days past. So once again it is one day at a time and we take it from there.
Well I have my FP today, as usual, and am kine of gearing up for my 9:00 tennis. I have tennis four days straight which has not happened for some time. I will see if I hold up during that time. I still am feeling some effects of the stroke but very little.
Other than tennis there is nothing on the agenda. Yes, I could try to clean up the dining room table as that would not be a big job. I may need to go to Costco for a few things. But maybe not too. I looked in the freezer yesterday and thought I should try not to buy ANY food for a month to get the freezer down. I go to the store and see something on sale so I buy it. That is NOT a good way to shop. It is a good way IF what is on sale is something you need but other than that it should be a no no.
As usual we have a beautiful day. I am guessing it will be about 90 today so it will be nice to get the tennis in by 10:30. I am not against sweating but it gets a little too much when the temp hits 90.
I do not have much to say today so I just may go down memory lane for a short time.
The summer of 1959
There is nothing about the summer of 61 other than it was the last summer that Dave and I spent together. Starting in 1960 Dave went to work for a farmer near Kulm. It got Dave out from under Dad and it allowed him to earn money and put it away. It is funny because at that time Dad and Dave were almost like oil and water yet way down the road Dave helped Dad with several projects on the farm so go figure. But getting back to the summer of 59.
I will just list a few of the things Dave and I did during that last summer of being together and not in any kind of order.
* The big bike and the little bike were our transportation forms all summer. Most evenings you could have seen both of us pedaling up to the lake for a swim. NO bathtub in the summer. Of course in the winter it was bring the tub into the living room and take turns taking baths but in the summer that went out the window and it was washcloth, soap and towel and up to the lake we would ride. Sometimes we could finish our bath/swim and go down to the bridge just east of the lake and catch fireflies or better yet have a jar and put them in the jar to take home to show Mom. *Of course there picking rocks on the agenda every summer.
* Dave and I would hope and pray that the crops would grow fast so we did not have to pick rocks any more. Our rock picking was after the grain was planted until the grain came up. After that you could not drive in the fields so we would hope that rain would come and the crops would emerge quickly! There were not many rocks down south on Jim's land and the same was true to the west of the farm BUT with the land to the east of the farm sometimes I felt it grew rocks as well as grain!
* It was always nice to harvest grain to the east of our farm because that was the sesaon also of chokecherry picking. There was a small grove of trees one the hill just to the north of the fields. Actually the trees were on Bert's land as that was his pasture for his cows. So during harvest time it would be time to break off a small branch of chokecherries and have spitting contests as we sat in the truck waiting to unload the combine. I have not idea who won the spitting contests so I will just call it a draw!
* Of course our "bad" things was filling the water tank in the south part of the barn for the cows. When they were in the barn yard with the gate closed the only water they had was in the barn. I can not count the number of times we turned on the water and forgot about it. I am guessing we were playing basketball just out side the barn or baseball down by the corncrib but it was not unusual to race into the barn only to see that the tank overflowing and in need of cleaning up.
There are perhaps a million more things that I could talke about here but actually I am a day late as now here it is Thursday so will finish up and sign off.
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