The recurring plague

I have the plague again, too many pets on the weekend. I keep hoping I'll get over it. So much to do, so tired.

100th anniversary

Jay and I are out at his hometown's 100th anniversary celebration. There are a whole bunch of relatives staying in his parents' yard. Half a dozen dogs, a few horses, some kids, a whole lot of drinking and relaxing, and some rodeo watching and other things in between. It's a nice change from earlier this week.

Not so festive

Canada Day wasn't much of a celebration for our family. My uncle, Paul Beingessner, was killed the week before and the prayers were on the 1st, funeral on the 2nd. I kept thinking I saw him out of the corner of my eye, I could almost hear him commenting on his life and the funeral, comforting others. He was a terrific person, everyone who knew him will miss him.