Dane and Sir Farley

Dog days...

It's that time of year...the dog days of August. It is so hot everyone seems to be in a suspended state. There is only the thin strain of cricket song outside, and Miss Ada can hardly keep her eyes open. I'm "at the desk and giving tours" again today, and sure enough, we've got to cut that ribbon again. The error was the Sup't giving the wrong date, but such is life at work now. Rhonda comes home today, and I'm thrilled about that. Otherwise, it's the great quiet, and heat, and the white pallid haze of summer that gives it depth. I cannot wait for fall.

And the good news is....

The new exhibit ribbon cutting opening went well - and the shears cut the ribbon flawlessly! There were several former park employees there, and it was nice to see them. The one hitch - the newspaper said the ribbon cutting would be tomorrow, so we may have to do it again!!

Jamming...

Fun Times with the Unit!

Follow Up

I went back to the 509 this morning, and things were much better. I made waffles with oatmeal and pecans, and we topped them with peaches and blackberries. I love the bounty from this time of year. On our last hike, my sister and I picked MANY ripe blueberries along the trail to refresh ourselves.

Dad started a "biography" that I "demanded," as he wrote, back in the 1990's. He's been holding off letting me read it, but I likewise demanded yesterday, and I enjoyed it so much! It brings the Depression and WWII to life. I told him he needs to keep it up. I learned he used to love to climb into his dad's lap when he was little, and though "Pappaw" wasn't a hugger, he would cradle dad in his arm while he read the paper or something. This was so sweet, and it struck me as odd that the same man cradled both my father and myself in his lap. There is something awesome about that overlapping of generations.

Today I cut the ribbon for the opening of a new exhibit at work - the 100th year of the National Cemetery. I'm using a pair of Andrew Johnson's old tailor shears, and I just hope they work!!!

At "home"

I'm at the folks' house today. Back where I grew up. Dad's having a hard day, and I'm discouraged. I want to be here, though, for all I'm worth. For all that's left of what used to be.