Red Dirt Creek

The road edge was a small creek this afternoon. If the rain keeps up all night, it may be bank to bank tomorrow or maybe a skating rink.

Dreary, wet, rainy, January Day

But at least it is not freezing (yet). It is 38 degrees with a steady drizzle. Tomorrow may bring ice or snow.

Just 100 miles to the north of us, they are in the middle of a terrible ice storm. Rain or snow is always better than ice.

I am hoping this is the last winter storm, and after this we will have spring. Hope, hope.

Helen is cleaning today, Patsy is dreaming of spring chickens, Betty is ??? and I am getting the wash all done. And, looking for something interesting to read while ignoring the things that need to be cleaned and organized all around me. At least we will have clean clothes if we get ice like our neighbors to the north and our elect goes off.

Boy and dog...

What was the dog's name?

How old am I?

Maybe one of these people can remember. Patsy says her scarf was red, a present from Aunt Winnie. This was Christmas time, '46 or '47. Probably '47 as Clayton looks to be about 3 years old.

Betty said she had never seen this photo. But, she had seen the cracked and wrinkled version. I worked on the photo in Paint Shop, restoring the damaged palaces. I think it looks much better now.

One Birthday, Four Stories

This post is inspired by Sister Betty’s post about her husband getting the date of their marriage wrong after 36 years. My sympathies are with Larry. The important thing is he was there all those 13149 days.

One…
A few days before my birthday last week, son called and happened to remember I had a birthday coming up.
Son: So, how many is this.
Me: 43
Son: Nooo, maybe 53:
I thought it was so very funny that he had no idea how old I really am.

Two…
At work on my birthday, I was laughing and telling this story.
Me: He has no idea how old I am.
Work Friend: So, how old are you.
Me: Well, let’s see I am 58 and George will be 59 next month. Me: Thinnnnnkkkking… Nooo, George was born in 47, he will be 60 next month, so I am 59. I don’t know how old I am, and this is the FIRST time it has dawned on me that my husband is going to be 60 this year. I don’t mean the first time this day or this week, but the first time in the last year or maybe more, I realized George is going to be 60 this birthday.

Three…
Granddaughter Emmy called me on my birthday.
Emmy: Grandma, is it your birthday?
Me: Yes, Emmy, it is my birthday?
Emmy: Happy Birthday Grandma.
Emmy: Do you have cake?
Me: What?
Emmy: Do you have birthday cake?
Me: No, no cake.
Emmy: Do you have presents?
Me: No, no presents.
Emmy: Grandma, are you sure it is your birthday?

Four…
Now, realizing my husband will be 60 next month, I ask him if he wants to take a long week-end and go somewhere.
Me: Your birthday is on Sunday this year and you will have Friday and Saturday off too so we could go somewhere.
Husband: My birthday is on Thursday this year.
Me: No, look at the calendar. The forth is on Sunday this year.
Husband: Yes, but my birthday is not the forth. That is your son’s birthday.

If, around the first of the month, you cease to hear from me ever again. Husband took me off somewhere and left me, knowing full well that I am too old and feeble to find my way back home.

Robert

Mom cut his hair. That is Patsy's quilt behind him.

Hannah Baby

She is really growing. She no longer fits in her premie clothes. But, she and Bubba and Mom have gone back to NM where Dad works. Hence this grainy cell phone photo. Mom forgot to take her camera. Grandma has sent the camera, so maybe in a few days we will see better pictures.

She has blue eyes and red hair just like big brother. She looks just like Grandma.