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On Friday, I went to the funeral of a long time friend that I grew up with. Larry and his family lived up the street from my family. He was one of 12 children. He was also the cousin of my good friends, Rosie and Dottie. It was good to see all my old friends but such a sad occasion.
I left Danny Boy at my brother Don's house. Don came home for lunch and a meatball fell out of his sandwich. Before he could pick it up, Danny had eaten it. That explains his digestive problems and eating grass. Meatballs usually have onion and garlic powder in them which is very bad for dogs. Don said it was only a little meatball. It's a good thing or he would have been sick all over the place.
I was amazed at some of the people at Larry's funeral. They were little kids when I last saw them and they knew right away who I was. There were five sisters in Larry's family. I knew the older two but I guessed the wrong name for the younger two. Another neighbor who I remember as a little kid was Harry Hamilton. Harry knew me right off and I had no clue who he was until he told me his name. He was very tall. I knew his older sister and brothers. His brother, Richard, was my history teacher in High School. My mother taught Harry in Sunday School. He remembered things that I would have thought him too young to remember.
We had a good rain overnight Friday. There was an inch and one half in the rain guage. We really needed the rain but could use a lot more.
Saturday, I went to Zumba class and then stopped at the hair dresser to make an appointment for a hair cut. She had no one in the shop so she took me right away. I got it cut short. I was tired of my hair clogging up the drains and the rotor brush on the vacuum cleaner. I would have to cut my hair off the rotor brush with scissors. My perms just don't seem to work anymore and my hair was fine and limp even right after a perm. The short length has put some spring back into my perm. I spent the rest of the day ironing my summer cotton clothes and my linen blazer. I'll wear it to church and soon it will look like an unmade bed. I'll never buy linen again. Polyester linen look works well for me.
News from the Vorlon Wife.
Posted by tedkarol at July 22, 2012 8:05 AM