This morning we drove to the Scottish Highlands Festival in Blairsville, GA, only about 18 miles from our house. We got there around 9:30 and while Cliff waited for the hot dog booth to open, we watched the sheep dog demonstration and some of the highland games. These guys are bruisers! The "hammer" throw originates from the Scots actually throwing a sledge hammer years ago. It was interesting to watch them position their feet and body, twirl, then grunt and heave for maximum distance. A few of the throws measured 80 feet! The dogs lay in waiting out in the fields just watching their sheep if the sheep are doing what they're suppose to be doing. As the sheep stray, the dogs herd them in a back and forth rhythm until they return to their place. The woman who was doing the demonstration said the dog does this instinctively and doesn't have to be given any commands.
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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