My dad's cancer has been named – epitheliod hemangioendothelioma. The man who said he'd never submit to chemo or radiation is now prepared to do both. I will be doing everything I can to support him; that will probably mean more frequent trips to see him.
The weather is heating up, too, breaking records all over the western side of the state. So of course this would be the only weekend left to pony up on the promised backpacking trip for Brian's 8th grade graduation. It's supposed to be in the 90s up in the Cascades; I'm praying that none of us gets heat stroke.
I'll be watering my outside potted plants thoroughly tonight in hopes that will hold them until we get back; I may break down and put the oscillating sprinkler on the garden to keep it alive and producing. The seven remaining chickens are down to about an egg a day between the heat and molting. When we get back I'll be picking up the three Australorp pullets; hopefully that will boost production.
How about some hot fiddle as a pick-me-up?
That's it for now from . . .