Walking

I have walked or rode my bike almost
daily all summer. June and July went well
but when August came I have dropped to
only going every other day. I love crepe
myrtles...but wish I had a Rose of Sharon--
hint, hint, Patsy.

This morning it was in the upper
60s when I went about 6:30 A.M. I took
my camera and snapped some blog troll
food. I have learned new stuff this summer.
I think this pond needs a carp.

Patsy, is this some moon flower. I think it is..
I learned about the night flowers on your blog.

This little squirrel was not very afraid of me.
He knows that no guns are allowed in the nature
sanctuary.

Feeding the Troll

I am feeding the Blog Troll
to see if it will wake up.
I looked and Erin's works, but
mine is dead again. So here's
a bone Troll...WAKE UP!

Blog Roll is Dead

My blog roll is dead...it is stuck
and not updating. I went to Patsy's
and hers works. Half the time mine
is dead. I think it is because I never
post anything...so I am posting this
to see if the blog roll rises again.

Styling

I went shopping with my three girls
yesterday. They got new clothes for
school. I uploaded a photo of several
of the new duds at this link for Erin.
Probably the Sisters will not care about
looking at the pretty things but I thought
Erin and Clayton would enjoy seeing the girls
as they were putting on a style show for the
Pop and he clapped for each walk they made
into his heart.

http://www.cswnet.com/~brenfroe/styling/

I remember picking material out of the
Bella Hess catalog when I was Astrid's
age. Then Momma cut out our outfits without
a pattern. I know some years she handstitched
the material as I remember her sitting in the
yard in the cooler evening air, working on the
clothes. Sometimes we had a skirt and blouse
and sometimes a dress. I remember she wanted
us to have 3 outfits but I guess we did not
always have that many. How much love she put
in each stitch outweighs the cost of my little
girls new things. She spents weeks making the
dresses we wore.

Oh, Dream...

I dream of a boy on Galla Creek
To share his time with me
And to play with three little girls
To laugh and run with glee.

When Clayton comes next summer
To spend his time with Pop
Gigi will cook him breakfast
And then they'll play and romp.

His cousins from down the road
Will also spend the night
There will be no bedtime limit
They can play until daylight.

When Clayton lives out his summer's
On Galla Creek with us
We promise not to spoil him
And never make him fuss.

When he is an old man
And gray the color of his head
He will think of all those times
He slept in Poppa's bed.

Under Cover Guests

My 3 girls spent the night last
night. I go to bed first--at 10 oclock.
They were all still up with Pop. This
is what was under the covers on my
side of the bed. Who did it? Which
little girl is that onery? I think
Siggie with Pop's suggestion. I did
not yell, but it did scar me a little
as the lights were out and it did
not feel like the sheets!

After Dinner Nap

Best thing to do afer dinner is...
take a nap.

Clayton at Pop's House

This is one of the pictures of
Clayton with the iso setting turned
on--on my camera. It is a grainy
picture. I think I am dumb or
stupid or both.

What is going on

Story of my life.
Clayton came...he ate and slept.
I tried to take his picture, but
my camera was on iso--whatever that is--
pictures not very good.

I stumbled over the ottoman and
broke my toe. It hurts. I have it taped
to the one next to it. My foot swells.
Sisters, I walk just like Mama...if you
wonder. I ice soaked it and tried to
take Ib...profin...well whatever it is.
That made my stomache act up. And i have
also been sick with the stomache trouble I
have. I like to think I got my stomache
problem from Grandpa Powell. Dad thought he
was such a great man...maybe I inherited it
from him.

The DNA test is half off until Sept. 30. I
called Fleta and told her to check it out.
I want to have Clayton (my brother)Powell's
DNA sent to the Powell site. Anyway...none
of Charles Powell's ancestors are on there.

So I have tried not to gripe about my toe.
I am still walking every other day. It does
not hurt as bad with my shoe on. I am not
taking the IB..whatever because I would rather
have a little pain than throw up all day and
night.

I enjoy Patsy's blog. She gets out on the
net and finds new people to visit...I follow
around where she goes and read a little. Judy
lived on Doctor's Fork in KY and now that will
mean something to the Sisters, well, except
Helen, she will not know where Judy is or will
not care about Dr.'s Fork.

I hope it is a good week...I have one more at
home and then back to school Aug. 11. I am
hoping for that 4 day week Patsy was talking
about.

I am trying a new thing for breakfast...steal
cut oats. I had heard about them but looked
and they were out of my budget. At Kroger last
week, they had about 10 boxes marked half off
so I bought all of them...they are great. Like
eating little rocks. Well, I hope they are
making me healthy!

Lunch Time

We feed the squirrels so they will be lots
of them here. The birds like to eat at
the feeder too.

Sigrid Dancing the Day Away

Siggie says she is going to take tap, ballet and jazz lessons this fall. Pop thinks she is great already.

Tree on the Fence

Did you hear about the old woman
who boasted of being just...God
sent a storm and blew a tree top
on her fence. No more boasting...
being quiet and fearing the Lord.