Self Portrait

This is another crazy squirrel that was running around the beach at Tyler State Park in Texas.

I think it must have been used to people feeding it.

And I feel like a nutty critter, running around mowing and weeding frantically. Unfortunately, not being at the reunion any more, I have to feed myself. That's right...no more Uncle Mark making steaming hot pancakes or his famous "potato logs" for breakfast.

For some strange reason Loren has never picked up on this whole, "Honey, I'd like to help out in the kitchen," theme that I have noticed in several households.

It's just as well. We have enough potential heart problems to worry about without the kids getting up some morning and glimpsing the spectre of their father working the griddle.

Some things were not meant to be.

Must go...have to get two little boys clean. You don't want to know how long it's been since Nolan and Trevor have had a proper bath, and there is half the garden to wash off of me, as well.

We're actually planning to go to prayer meeting tonight. Haven't been there in so long they will probably welcome us as visitors.

The fact that tonight is birthday fellowship with snacks afterward has nothing to do with it...

 

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