Sunday.
We get to wake up to different birds here than at home. Well, the robins,
mourning doves, house sparrows, starlings, grackles, red-winged blackbirds,
and house finches are the same, but here we have meadowlarks. At home, we
don't hear meadowlarks from our house in the morning. Here, we're
surrounded. Meadowlarks, kingbirds, and orioles. We don't get kingbirds in
Louisville at all. We woke to the sounds of birds singing. Birds singing
and leftover balloons popping in the morning heat. It's hot already.
The day-after-brunch. There were a lot of presents. I got it all on tape.
And let me say that I'm confident these videotapes worked. I backed up and
viewed enough samples to know they're all there.
Time enough for a quiet visit with Larry and Lolly before moving on. It's a
nice place to stay out there. Larry and Lolly are threatening to move back
there this fall.
It was ninety degrees out by the time we left. Ninety degrees outside, and
a hundred inside the motorhome. Fired up the generator and started the
central air. Started the engine and the dash air. It took awhile.
Tanked up at a truck stop. We paid 20 cents per gallon less than we did for
the last tank. Guess the annual Memorial Day gas crisis is over.
On the way out from Louisville, Rags took his drugs, then went to sleep it
off in the cat box. For the trip home, he stayed awake and his chin didn't
even get wet. He's such a manly cat.
We're back to Louisville for three days.
