weekend

What a fun weekend it was. Saturday I went to a big lunch with friends and we visited and visited and visited. Sunday, lunch again with others, and I came home to the most wonderful site. My corrals were full of cows and the yard was full of cowboys. The Fridays had gathered their cows, and as always, had used our place to load out. THey called but when no one was home they assumed, and rightly, that it would be okay. Woodrow was there with his toy 4 wheeler, a rope thrown in, and Baby Sandy is 6 feet tall now but still gives the best hugs to his Granny Sue. Sandy and Donna have done such a fine job of raising kids, and we all enjoyed the apple tree before they left. How good to have a visit from old friends and their youngsters-nice to catch up on the happenings and rerun old times as well. It helped lessen the abandonment feelings that haunt me.

THe class sadly is down to 6 of us-we are too needy to give up, and it is just getting better and better as time goes by. Wish I had known as a youth that classes could be fun-may have done more of it then.

Norma took the bank trip to New Mexico-so glad for her. I'm anxious to hear about it.