Not much, how ‘bout you?

Neato pictures are further down!

Trying desperately to come up with something to say lately.

No, really, life is fairly routine right now.

Last week, middle son, Lucas had a meeting with his Academic Advisor at the U of I/Urbana, and looks like he is on track to have his Bachelor’s in Mathematics in December, along with several courses towards a Master’s.
He will be cutting back his work hours at both jobs to accommodate carrying 12 college credit hours.
New roomies from foreign countries will be sharing the student house, he got a new front wheel and tire for his bicycle, and his boy cat had the operation (seems a shame, no babies, for Scratchy is smart and beautiful).

Over the weekend, Husband and I cleared away junk from behind the couch. Three trash bags to the curb, one box given away, and the rest rearranged for better access. Actually, it looks like nothing was done at all, which means there is way too much stuff for sentimental reasons.
To think that 23 years ago, when we moved here from a 4 room apartment, the house felt big and airy.

Sunday afternoon, we went to a 50th anniversary party. The couple can be considered our friends for more than 20 years, even though we’ve only been married half as long as they have.
Their house is beautiful. And enormous. The story of being built from lumber recycled from an old barn is quite a tale unto itself.
That was the best meat (grill-roasted pork) I’ve had in a long, long time. I passed right over the cake and had a second sandwich for dessert.

I could talk about this being the third Monday in August, which is the beginning of classes at ISU. My husband, as staff support, and youngest son, Chris as student, are much more involved with adventure than I am.
The only trouble I had is navigation on University Street riding my bicycle on the way home from breakfast. Pedestrians would help if they walked in a straight line.

Golly, this looks like a simple event planner.
I guess I’m not in a real ‘sit up and take notice’ nor a very nostalgic kind of mood.
I’ll be getting to work on the latest crochet project just as soon as I hang the next load of laundry out on the clothesline.
~~love and Huggs, Diane

The camera chip needed some clearing off, so I’ll give you a little something worth your time.

the chairman of the (church) board