Last post was August 26....my readers are going to think we don't do anything up here in the mountains. Sometimes we don't! When our children call, we're never home. They leave messages like, "Old people, are you in bed asleep already?" (3 o'clock in the afternoon) or "Where are you? Every time I call, you're not home. You're old. You're suppose to be home." Labor Day we spent the afternoon and evening at a cookout with friends on their back porch and Saturday we attended a house warming cookout in Georgia. A few shots of one my favorite "people" who sat at the table with us.
Some days are full of doing tasks and chores that Cliff did for me. The floor wasn't that dirty but he enjoyed saying. "Guess I need to pull out the vacuum. I'm tripping over debris." I thanked him. Whenever I was in the kitchen trying out new recipes, making cookies or the double batch tapioca pudding for him, he was there beside (getting in my way sometimes) washing the utensils, pots/pans, cutting boards, drying them and putting everything back in their proper places only to have me take some things back out and reuse again. "I just washed that" he would state. He learned to ask if I were through with things before he cleaned up after me. I thanked him. He emptied the dishwasher when it was finished in such an orderly manner (getting in my way sometimes because I was also in the kitchen working but he wanted to be there with me). I thanked him. Every morning he made my bed reminding me of the order that the pillows needed to be placed. John&
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