I am on quite a roll this week. Something funny happened that I thought I would share. I was gathering paperwork for our cub scout day camp. I went to one home and the little sister answered the door and yelled to her brother, "It's your old cub scout leader". I chided her for calling me old. She said, "You're not really old". I said, "Oh yes I am". So then she asks, "Then why aren't you dead?" I have a few days when I wonder the same thing.
I think we are supposed to be breaking into summer again. Guess when we get back from Panaca, I will have to plant the garden.