My youngest brother’s youngest child turned six, so my mom had everyone over for a birthday party Friday night. On Saturday, we celebrated the 94th birthday of the oldest surviving male in the family. Young Seventy-Six was a happy baby Friday night, and a fussy baby Saturday.
Since we got a new DVD player sans VHS player, we’re getting rid of your VHS tapes. Gave several of them to my brother’s family at my mom’s house:
- Dr. No
- From Russia With Love
- The World is Not Enough
- The Fifth Element
- And some Anne of Green Gables collections for the little girl
Yesterday afternoon, my wife and I drove out into the country to look at a house on four acres in a neighboring county. Barns and outbuildings. I liked it, but it’s out of our price range. We drove through a neighborhood that’s got five houses bigger than ours for sale well within our price range. But the neighborhood. Creepy. Not a Twilight Zone neat-as-a-pin with no one about creepy (which sounds pretty good to me), but a grubby X-Files creepy. Last time I really drove through there, maybe seven or eight years ago, it looked a lot better.
We’re planning to go out again with a realtor this afternoon to see the insides of some houses.
Caution-Lady’s going to bag church today as she’s stressed about upcoming parent-teacher conferences, and wishes to get some things done. Cafe-Church pastor had surgery to remove cancer and a kidney last week, so he will not be in the pulpit today. A Sewanee student from Flintville will be preaching.
I really need to wash the white car sometime soon.
Got all the line-trimming, mowing done yesterday afternoon before dark. I’ll be glad when the pear tree is done producing and dropping fruit for the season.