Well, into all plans a little rain must fall

That’s not necessarily a bad thing. I went to bed expecting to get up, walk, mow my little lawn (if I remember how), go to the LaGrange house and then down to Albion, while leaving something here for people to munch on. But I got up and it was lightly raining . . . and 65 degrees. I darn near felt chilled. Yessiree, Bob.

So . . .  looks like  trips to LaGrange and Albion . . . and, oh, for heaven’s sake, some picking up around the house. I could take a short walk, but my shoes are brand-new and another day of muscle rest sounds okay to me. And that mowing thing . . . well, let the tortured grass of 2012 enjoy its green victory. Yes, I like that idea.

We have a Number 16 birthday coming up in just a few days and Der Bingle ordered her gift and it is coming addressed to her – to intercept the mail or not? Why is it coming early? Well, he asked me about the birthday and a gift and suggested something and I said I’d ask her mother. I did and she said she thought Miss 16 would like it, so I told Der Bingle and in no time at all it was ordered. Kind of reminds me of when her brother needed an electronic gizmo and the same grandpa drove to Columbus, Ohio to pick it up  and then turned around and got here at Kendallville late that same day. Do you suppose these kids have any idea how lucky they are?

Then again, did I have any idea how lucky I was when I was 16? Not a clue. My cousin Lana wrote me a note when Mother died and said: You were so lucky to have two parents who loved you so much. Oh, gosh, a little rain outside and now a little facial rain inside. Well, comfort for the soul, perhaps.