Sunday Scenes.....

We are down to the last day or two here.

 I think the first few days and the last ones of our visits down here are the most precious.

I fixed us a big country breakfast of scrambled eggs mixed with sausage, cheese and chopped green onion and had cherry preserves to put on top of our toasted day old biscuits.

We don't waste much food when we are here and what does go in the scrap bag will be fed to the goats.

As we sat in the front room with our coffee - because it was warmer out there than it was in the camper - we talked about packing up so we can go home tomorrow. Louis Dean said he really, really, would like one more day to finish up his project and pack away his tools. So we are staying until Tuesday now.

Now that we have an extra day, I decided to to quit stalling and pull up chapter 13 on my book and start writing. So far this trip I have taken the dozen chapters I have already written and went over them once again, adding a bit here and changing a bit there. Truth is - I was having trouble moving on to the next part. This afternoon, I spent a few hours writing about the last part of 1963 and on to 1964. I had just turned 15 one month before I gave birth to my daughter, Summer. I use photos and events to trigger my memories. All of us who are old enough remember where we were and what we were doing on Friday, November 22, 1963 at 12:40 in the afternoon. That was when Walter Cronkite interrupted the soap opera 'As the World Turns' with the news that President Kennedy had been shot as his motorcade traveled through Dealey Plaza. I was feeding my month old daughter a bottle in a tiny 2 room apartment.....and then my memories picked up from there and I was able to remember and write all the way up to Sunday, February 9th, 1964 at 8:00 PM. Can you guess what world event that was? Let me ask you this......do you remember the Beatles first appearance on the Ed Sullivan show? I do. And I remember where we lived and what life was like for me at that time.

IF I am going to write this book - and I really feel like I am supposed to do this - then I am going to have to start churning it out and quit being afraid. It really is not all that personal anymore. Rather like I am remembering a story, although it is mine. I think I am rambling so I'm going to stop now.

I  took the scraps down to the goat pen where the chickens and roosters started chowing down! 

I don't think there was much left by the time the goats got back there tonight.

The goslings are getting bigger and only the largest one has grown feathers.

The others are still covered in down.

Old Mother Goose is still being extremely protective.

That's probably a good thing.

This was our Sunday Night Movie!

It's amazing the movies I have never seen before!

I liked it. That makes two good ones in a row.

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One of life's sweet pleasures is going to bed after you've just made it up with fresh, clean and crisp sheets!

And a good book or two.

The Summer Book was a gift from my Finland Friend, Jutta, and it is delightful.

Goodnight from the Country.