July 29 Saturday.
I woke up to find that we must have had a severe storm during the night. I heard nothing. Trees were down in the neighborhood but we seemed to have escaped. Tree grinders were taking care of some of the mess. I saw this on my way to move Larry Curly and Mo, or Winkin, Blinkin and Knod or Shadrach Meshack and Abednego on to Rita and Bob's house for the two weeks we're gone. It's the three caterpillars if you haven't caught on. I call them also the diversion three. We had a great time talking about EVERYTHING. She loved the yummy tomatoes as well as another flower arrangement. Back home it was packing time. We gathered all the camping stuff in the garage and I climbed in and Doug handed me what I called for. We were finished in less than two hours stopping at times to gather things that were missing. The van is full once again. A pictur...