Tuesday, August 25, 2009
The other night I decided to ask Karen if she would go with me over to the Hopkins trail for a short afternoon bike ride. Michael had a migraine and it's always more fun to bike with someone even if it's a "smarty-pants, no-hands" daughter. We made 6 miles and went home but it was enough to say we had a workout and was a good time for the two of us to socialize together. Personally I would love to see all three of them learn to enjoy biking as it is free and so very good for you. Don't know if she will do it again but it's a start.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
We have been remodeling our crawl space to give us some storage room and Michael discovered some fabric that had been stuffed into one corner to block out the wind maybe during the winter (we think). Anyway, when we pulled the fabric down we found out it was a pair of pants. After looking them over and an internet search we discovered that they were pants from World War 1. The pictures don't show the buttons but they are metal and are inscribed with "U.S. Army" on them. The pants are 100% dark green wool and the legs have lacing down the sides. Unfortunately they got stuck on a nail when I pulled them down out of the crawl space corner and fearing a bat or gigantic spider falling on me I continued to rip them away from the wood. I could have reached up and carefully moved them around the nail but I doubt the original owner needs them anymore.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
My mom invited Karen and I over for dinner in the dining room last Monday evening for a meal of ribs and corn on the cob. We were entertained by a Dixieland jazz band who's members were not much younger than those living there. There is something going on all the time at Mainstreet. I don't know how she keeps up with all her friends, card games and of course dinners with entertainment. The last time it was a singer that she knew from 20 years ago when she and dad were at the Medina Ballroom. Even though it was kind of bittersweet she enjoyed it completely and got to talk with the gal afterward. She even got to go fishing last month with 9 others; something she hasn't done for at least 30 years. What a rush!