Ace

Dear Mom,
I found a stray USB flash drive mixed in with some old school supplies. Of course I wanted to check it out! I'm not very good with computer gadgets, but I did manage to insert it into the proper USB port and open up the files. I found a file titled "photography" and it contained some pictures taken by the boys 3 or 4 years ago. I was happy to see this picture of Ace, our Silver Sebright bantam rooster.
He was an awesome and beautiful rooster, all 12 inches and 2 pounds of him! We still laugh and talk about Ace and his antics. He took good care of his flock of ladies. While I would never, ever want another rooster, I wouldn't trade our time with Ace for anything. Ace was a good rooster.

Love, Bonnie Jo

Morning

Dear Mom,

I don't need to tell you that I am not a morning person. I find it much easier to stay awake into the wee hours than to wake up in them.

Now that Driver's Ed is finished (yay!) the Young Man has his days free to caddy. Having only a limited amount of questions allowed me per day to ask of the Young Man before he starts acting his teen age, my understanding of the process has the caddies lining up and going out on a first come -first served basis. Unless you are a super star caddy, I suppose, and then you can get scheduled with someone. I think. So far, I have run out of questions before I could ask that one. Sooooo, anyway, the earlier the Young Man gets there, the sooner he can "grab a loop" which I believe is caddy speak for "carry someone's clubs around the course for 18 holes" and the sooner he is done and free to do whatever he feels he needs to do. 'Cause, you know, it is summer, and he just wants to "relax and enjoy it and hang out with friends and stuff." Yeah. I hear ya buddy. It is summer for me, too....

I digress.

I am proud to say, and it is no surprise to anyone who knows him- The Young Man is intelligent and has a very good work ethic and the smart thing with this job is to report early, as I have explained. But Someone needs to drive him there. Most days, Someone = Me. Which means that I have to wake up EARLY to take him.

Mom, it will shame you to know this next thing: I drive him there in my pajamas. I KNOW!!!!! You DID raise us better than that. I know. Yes. You did.

Even worse, I don't comb my hair, wash my face ,or brush my teeth, either. I just get him there and get back. To bed.

I do have to admit, though, and Morning People who read this are going "DUH!", there are some nice things about Morning. Way less traffic, for one. And it is quiet. And not so hot. And pretty. I took the picture at the top of this post near the golf course. Dawn mist on the water.
Still don't think I will suddenly turn into a Morning Person, though.
Love,
Kim