August 27th, 2010

hound of heaven

mine run

I went over to Nashville today and had lunch with my sister and our aunt who share the same name. Neither uses it much (never understood that). Anyway, yesterday was my sister's 60th birthday. She says she likes the term "sexagenarian." I said, Wait until you're seventy, and you can be an "over-sexagenarian."

D. has gone to Wilderstead to look for pawpaws. Here's hoping she finds a bumper crop. Meanwhile, I'm trying to focus on all the stuff I've got to get done this weekend. And I'm still recovering from the last trip of the summer.

My sympathies to an internet friend who has lost her faithful canine friend. I know how it hurts to lose someone whose love for you is so palpable and innocent.