My Clients Arrive

My daughter and her family came up to the Cabin for a mini-vacation in September. Drew decided it was necessary to see his grandmother celebrate her 80th birthday. Sadly, as the fates would have it, it would be the last time he would see his father.

They stayed at the Cabin while I camped with the Wombie. I stole some time with them when they arrived to catch up on some cicada shell hunting.

Norah and I are checking out a group of trees down the street. I am happy to say we found a few.

In a rare instance of the guy with a camera being the subject, here we are, holding hands as we search for other possibilities.

Back at the Cabin, Alfred enjoying some cider donuts I picked up at the Corn Maze outside Viola. They were a hit.

When not fighting, they actually are a pretty loving pair of kids. Alfred's ever-present blankee and Norah's ever-present smile are a winning combination. Here big sister holds a sleeping Alfred's hand in what appears to be a posed shot, but wasn't.

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Summer Swim

It's Monday and the start of another work week. Except for me. I have the week off because the parents of my daycare charges are taking the week off, too. This is one of those wordless posts I love on Mondays so I can put my laziness in full view of loyal readers. These pics need no words. Why muddy the waters? They were taken at the pool at Sinkhole Estates aka Death Valley. The nice thing about this pool is it is heated in winter. If one must find positives in one's situation, I suppose that is one. But, please, no more.

Re-opening Was A Hoax

Flashback Friday

Class, Or Lack Thereof The Dwight Vice gravestone in Oquawka, Illinois. I bring this old chestnut out every so often just to remind me that class is classless. Dwight Vice was killed in his home near Oquawka in 2001. It was one of those things that can generate crime: two guys thought Dwight had a lot of money stashed at home because of his pot-selling sideline to supplement his fishing job. Not really one of those big drug deals gone-bad things. Marijuana was, according to the trial, about the only stuff Dwight sold. But these two guys barge into the house and killed Dwight and attempted to kill his 11 year old kid, Darryl, before they took off with what money they could find. His son, now 23, was stabbed in the back and left for dead. He survived and is wheelchair bound and has undergone several surgeries to repair his wounds. He will be paralyzed for life. None of this is pleasant. Reading the facts of the murder and attempted murder are most unpleasant

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