Hey everybody ... looks like you have all been quite busy. Sorry I haven't been around much. For one thing, my daughter has had pneumonia ... for another, we actually got to take a short vacation in the smokies. Rented a beautiful cabin up there for 4 days. Had a hot tub on the deck, whirlpool in the bedroom, 2 big screen TVs, 3 DVD players, game room loft with a pool table. It was in the woods, secluded. We didn't want to leave. We did a little shopping in Pigeon Forge, went out to eat once but grilled out there the rest of the time. There were some craft villages close by that we browsed one day - bought a swinging net hammock. It's so neat, it's just for one person, has a pillow you sit on then you can put your feet in the net and pull it out and lay down. I really enjoyed the break.
I've been trying to help daughter out some with the kids, too. She was really sick. I picked them up from school for her and took them to eat or to karate lessons ... of course I didn't really mind!
Maybe things have settled down for awhile. (I think I've said that before, haven't I?)

Oh well, I guess that's what having a life is all about. Just seems like sometimes I have a little more life that others!!! But, I think it's time for a rest. Not a vacation rest ... a real rest. I've got to take some time off. Been saying that for awhile now. Dr. ran a bunch of tests including blood work and an echocardiogram. He called and told me my blood was lower than usual the first of last week, then the last of the week he called and said I had a hole in my heart. I told them to tell me something new. He wanted me to go to a hemotolotist ... I said no ... been there done that. Then, he wanted me to go to a heart Dr. again, so I said I'd go one more time. He seems to think they may want to repair this hole now. Don't know why now ... I've known about the hole since before my daughter was born 37 years ago so I'm sure I've probably had it since birth. But, I'll go and we'll see. The only reason I'm going - my dad and his dad both died from heart attacks at age 72. That's 12 years for me - I'm already on the same heart meds my dad was on - scary. Clock's ticking. Just leaving it in the hands of God. Everybody has a time to go. If mine is 72 then I'll go. If not a heart attack then it'll be something else. I'm going to the Dr. but he still can't keep me from dying if it's my time.
Remember me telling you how dry it has been here ... that was a month ago. Still no rain. We're supposed to get some Tues. I think. Everything here is dead. You should see our yard, it's pitiful. It has been so hot and dry we can't stand to be outside for more that 5 or 10 minutes at a time. We have even been putting the dog in the basement. It's been in the 100s or at least upper 90s forever. I can't wait for fall to arrive.
IT'S GOOD TO BE HOME!!!