Off the Chart

Hope Uncle Clayton looks on here to see that little Clayton is off the chart on his height scale. He was taller (32 inches already) than the tallest number--so I guess that is 100 percentile. Now if he has inherited some of Uncle Clayton's basketball talent...

Greg and Erin took him for his year check up. Dr. also said Clayton is the healthiest baby he has ever seen. No real sicknesses in his first year. Hope this holds true for the next year.

Clayton is One!

Clayton is a lucky boy. This is his Grandma Griffin. I don't really know what he calls her, but she loves him and he loves her. I love her because Clayton does not have to go to a daycare when Erin works, he just goes down the street to Grandma's. He got a lot of toys and his own cake. He is not a messy eater. He just took little bites. Clayton is lucky to have a Daddy like Greg Jones. He is a good father. Clayton is a lucky boy as he has the best mom in the world. I know because I trained her. Clayton is blessed. I am blessed.

Fog on Galla Lake

THE fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking ....then moves on! Sandburg

Weed for Patsy

This weed looks pretty enough to be a flower.

Morning Walk

Big plans and big ideas usually don't pan out. I got to Cove Road early, by 6:15. Trucks and cars were whizzing down and up it already...Monday traffic is a little different from Sunday's. I did not go down Cove Road. I walked through the pasture and down to the Lake. It was a nice walk, but I go my shoes all wet and I hate that. I like clean dry shoes. Tomorrow I will have to walk in water boots if I go into the pasture.

When I moved to Galla Cove, this housing addition was a cow pasture. Now there are a bunch of houses there. I live about a mile from it. I wish the area was still a cow pasture, but since it has to be a housing addition, it is nice that they are such pretty homes.

Will You Walk With Me?

I have been driving about 6 or 7 miles to walk--how silly--I am going to walk down the hi-way by my house the rest of the summer. I faced the traffic and did not meet too many cars this morn. I walked my 3 miles but it took longer because I took my camera so my sisters could come along. This is an old sticker flower for Helen! Remember Sister they were purple and so pretty but you could not pick any or you would get teeny, tiny stickers in your fingers!

This Tiger Lily is for Fleta. It sits by the hi-way. I am thinkin of bringing a shovel and digging it up in Fleta's honor.
This is what Patsy would call a night flower (weed) as when the sun goes down it blooms or in this case before the sun comes up too good.
I gave this wild rose a name--it's the Pink Patsy Fairie Rose!!
A weed for sister.
More weeds by the road.
A big white weed bloom for Patsy.
For years I called this Galla Creek--Larry informed me the other day it was just a ditch than ran into Galla Creek...so this is Galla Ditch!

Been Hearin'

The Insurance companies don't want a government plan to compete against is what they are saying. And on the other hand...been hearin' any government plan would be no good. I think a single pay government plan is my only hope to be able to retire and have insurance between the age of 62 an 65. With what I have been hearin', my hope for any government plan is dimming. This year I got a 70 dollar raise each month. I don't get the step in pay for my experience. My experience is so much (37 years) it is now worthless. My insurance will rise more thant the $70

each month...it has been going up each year.

One plan they are putting forth is to force everyone to buy insurance....sort of like car insurance went...I guess if you get stopping walking down the street without an insurance card...you will get hauled to jail.

I don't have a lot of faith in any help with health insurance from anyone. The medical/health lobby is too strong.

Helen's Blue Bird

Time to Sit

I have plenty of time to do very little now that school is out. Sure is a nice feeling.

On the Road with Harry

Harry Truman decided to take a vacation in June 1953.

He and Bess woulddrive to Washington DC. This is about

their trip. I really loved this book and I think Patsy would too.

It tells all the places he stopped. One town marshall made his

deputies shadow Harry until he left town. Did not want something

to happen under his watch. (This is later--not during 1953) Someone

tried to get him to sign a photo of him with Nixon in it too. He

said...he would not sign a picture of that SOB. He did not like Johnson either.

Train them Up!

Proverbs 22:6--Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it.

Pop is hoping Astrid will continue to enjoy fishing. I am sure when she is as old as Patsy she will recall some of the things she and Pop did together. I regret I did not get to enjoy ANY Grandfather.

Upset About Meadow's New Look

These two had been taking an afternoon nap in the tall grass of Galla Meadow. They are upset that their hiding place was found.

Meadow had a haircut

Last year we bushogged Galla Meadow. This year a neighor asked to cut it

for the hay. There are about 20 bales. One little part was too wet and the doe

deer and her babies hide there in the day time. I know she was glad he left

that little spot.

Paddle Boat Great Adventure

These pictures are of Galla Creek...not Galla Lake.  We had a great 

idea of paddling the little boat to the Creek, docking near the Creek 

edge and eating our breakfast. Well, Laura and I paddled about an 

hour to get to the Creek.  Probably half a mile.When we got up in 

the Creek there was no place to go ashore. The water was high

and the edge was snakey.  We saw a big Water Moccasin swimming 

not far from the Lily pads we thought were so pretty.

We just floated in the still water and Astrid and Sigrid ate 

their snack and drink their juice.  Ingrid's butt hurt to much 

to eat.  She has no padding back there.  Siggie made me a nervous 

wreck leaning over the side to throw her Fritos to the fish.  She and 

Asty sat in the back and Ingrid sat between Laura and I and guided 

the rudder.  Asty rested her feet on the back of the boat. Siggie tried 

the same. One pretty red flip flop fell off in the Lake.  Too bad, so sad 

said Laura.  Siggie starts to cry in the middle of Galla Lake.  I think 

'she may jump in and try to find her flip flop'.  Mom told her she was 

not buying any more that she should not have been resting her feet 

out of the boat.  Siggie took off her other flip flop and heaved it out 

into the middle of the Lake.  She has a little of Aunt Helen in her.

We were all glad to get to the shore and back on dry land.  

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