Left in the mud...

Good grief! You girls have all been BUSY with blogging! And everything is so good & so interesting! I can't wait to get home to post some pictures! Will be home Wednesday afternoon. A lovely day here. Ready to come home. xxxooo

Snow shoes & shovels needed for this picnic...

Leesa's only child, a handsome boy named Sam, graduates tonight at 7, and in honor of that, Sam and 5 of his best friends are the guests of honor at a picnic here at the San Juan Research Center, where they live and which Doug supervises, runs, etc., today at 2. They set up a lovely big white tent a couple days ago and have been using rakes every since to drain the water from its valley in an attempt to prevent the weight of the last couple of days snow and rain bringing it down. the good news is that right next to the tent is a perfect building to move the party into -- like the YVEC hospitality room. So now real sweat, and I doubt the kids care much, altho their mothers are in a fluff. Went to baccalaureate last night... Granted it's been a long GD time since I attended my own (1969 before any of you were even glints in some one's eyes) but at that point, altho my memory is very dim, I distinctly remember two things about it -- (a) we were dressed to the nines, the lot of us, and (b) it had something to do with religion... The program last night was long and well planned but in a large class of grads (400+/-), there were MAYBE a handful actually dressed what I would term appropriately, and another handful disgracefully dressed (sweats etc). the vast majority were in what i suppose are their school clothes -- which aren't appropriate for school much less baccalaureate, but then my age is showing. anyway there also wasn't a whisper of religion, not that I care, but when did that disappear? it turned out to be a Senior Talent Show with an ok talk by their senior class president (a girl dressed up) and a well-meant but missing-the-point inspirational speech by two favorite English teachers. Off I go to stir a huge roasting oven full of the world-famous Camp 8 Baked Beans... miss you all. Don't grow webbed feet while I'm gone. Watch your basements, etc. Robert, so far so good -- NO leaks in the brand new roof or for that matter in the basement either! xxxooo

World traveler...

Knowing how I love to travel, you will all appreciate how much I must miss my friend Leesa in order to get me off Camp Runamuck and into a plane where I have to sit MUCH TOO CLOSE to my fellow passengers. I also had to pay $25 for the privilege of checking two bags -- you're now allowed only one free one. And that appears to be in danger as well, judging from some newspaper headlines I saw about American Airlines planning to charge $15 for the 1st checked bag. Got to Durango safe and sound and even on time. I purposely brought my lovely nieces' blogspot addresses so I could keep up with them while out of reach and was delighted to see that my own true kid has started one as well, which inspired me instantly to create my own as well, a plan I've been toying with for several weeks anyway. I love and miss you all. I prefer to stay at home, but am having fun with Leesa. Yesterday we had side-by-side pedicures at an exclusive Day Spa, which was (a) expensive (Leesa's treat) and (b) fairly entertaining to all parties... I now have lovely pink toenails, which I celebrated by purchasing two new pairs of sandals. And I'm buying tan-in-a-bottle today and am going to try on some capris as well -- I shall return from Durango a new woman! xxxooo