Tuesday, 10, May, 2005

Another view from the window Today was one of those days when things just aren't going to work out easily. We bailed on the fencing project and went to work in the garden. Supha learned to drive the skidsteer and started building the new compost pile. Donna dug up the vegetable beds and I scuffed up the pathways with the rotortiller. Toni was off in Bloomfield getting the medical part of her CDL done. John and Phil were down at White Sands Missle Range picking up another mobile weapons lab (MWL). We currently have two MWLs parked across the road. John wants to convert them into bomb-proof mobile cabins. Home away from home. You could buy a little lot at Navajo City for about $3000 and move one of these pups onto it and have yourself your own summer cabin for less than a total of $5,000. Does having a bomb-proof mobile cabin qualify one for "redneck" status? We've been letting different equines out of the paddock to graze in the yard, one at a time. Today was Tobiah's turn. Yrs, JRW 10:57:03 PM    comment []

Note from AudAngel Tucson, Arizona --- Note from Audie I've just returned to Tucson after spending almost three weeks in Largo Canyon. What a different world! I'm the mom, so I didn't have to work very much at all, but Pat entrusted the greenhouse to my care, so I was quite in my preferred element. Among the memories I'll treasure from this period of time: Toni's sense of humor and her ability to take an ordinary event and make it into a funny, funny story with the telling. That, and the sparkle in her eyes as she's talking; Supha's beautiful face and beautiful singing voice. She sang what she called "The King's song" from Thailand, and it was oh, so beautiful (Pat, could you make a recording of this?); Donna's love and caring for each of us. Of course Pat loves you to pieces, Donna, how could she not?? John's enthusiasm and quiet pride as he took me on the tour of all the things that had been built or added since my last visit. Philip's way with dough, both with the bread we baked in the horno, and the pizza dough he tossed in the air (Not to worry -- he can catch it too!) And my girl, Pat. Can you imagine the pride in my voice as I say those words? I consider myself quite fortunate to be her mother. Gosh, I'm about to get gooshy. Aud 7:32:17 PM    comment []