If you live in North Dakota you’re going to need a pick-up truck. At any rate, that has been Tom’s theory since we moved here. “There’s always something to haul,” he says.
Yesterday, Tom made his deal and will be driving his truck next week. It’s just a kick around truck; nothing fancy. It’s more than a few years old, but it purrs like a kitten. The body is remarkably good and it has brand new tires all around. Such a deal. Now if he can just find a ridin’ dog, he’ll be all set.
Fall is in the air, as they say. The mornings are crisp and the days aren’t too hot. We’ll have our last pool party of the year next Saturday to celebrate granddaughter Lea’s 11th birthday. After that, it’s almost time to winterize the pool and shut it down until next year.
Even with the weird and crazy year we’ve dealt with, it’s been another good summer.
Lea has her first basketball game this week too. How exciting! Basketball is my favorite sport to watch. I especially like school games.
My folks always went to all sports events when my cousins, Tony and Tom, were playing in the 1960’s. Mother got so excited at football games, she’d run the sidelines cheering on our team. I don’t do that, but I do cheer loudly.
Since we’ve come back to small town life, I’ve found a renewed appreciation for the community unity, and all that it brings.
Honestly, I’m most appreciative to be away from the chaos of larger area, especially now.
Life is simple here and that is fine with me.
On September 3, 1967, I married David Craigo. From that union, we got Velvet, Tiffany and Val.
Now, as the anniversary comes around again, I, of course, remember the day. God had blessed me in many ways, but one of my biggest blessings is that I have children who love me. I know I irritate them sometimes and I know they wonder why I do the things I sometimes do. Simple. I’m old and I can.
Aren’t I lucky? They love me anyway.
Life is good today.