Glenn's Uncle Bill passed away
on Monday. Today we drove to Redding, CA for the funeral. It was held at the Northern California Veterans Cemetery. William Straight was a wonderful man and I am so happy to have met him and spend the little bit of time I did with him last year. He had a love for life, an incredible love for his family and a deep faith in the Lord. The funeral was a Veteran's service with Honor Guards, 21-gun salute, flag folding ceremony and a bugle playing taps. I was blessed to be there and to be a part of the extended family.
Uncle Bill was 87 years of age.
I learned a new word today . . . we drove down to Eureka and were warned by the radio that the elk were in "Rut" and on the move. We are fortunate to live in elk country and we usually do see them when we drive south. However, in the Fall, the enormous bull elk are all in a tither gathering their harem because it is rutting season.
"Mature bull elk can be immense: over a thousand pounds, sporting an antler rack over 5 feet across and weighing over 45 pounds. Nostrils flared, heads tilted, chest puffed out and bugling for all they're worth."
We did see a fully matured bull while driving in the daylight and when driving home we stayed on high alert. It was about 10:30 PM when we came across a huge bull on the edge of the road. He reared up to turn around when our headlights caught his eye.
This morning Glenn and I went to the Lake Earl Wildlife Area and walked the Cadre Loop.
It was a 4+ mile walk through beautiful trees and foliage. The only animals we saw were birds, cows, ants and a teensy weeny caterpillar.
In the past a small bear ran across Glenn's path and we've seen deer and otters.
Another beautiful Autumn day.
What a beautiful day! I walked out the back door this morning, the sun was shining and the air was a crisp 53 degrees. The touch of Autumn caused me to lift my hands and shout "yes!" This is my favorite time of the year.
It was reminiscent of fond memories of being in the mountains when we were kids. Camping at the lake - waking up to the early morning chill and having to brave leaving the warmth of the tent. My mom and Aunt Jean would be by the campfire sipping their morning brew... Mom's was Lipton's and Aunt Jean's was a mud-black coffee. They had gotten up early to watch the sun rise. I find it amazing how one small moment . . . a morning light and the familiar wisp of a chill can flood back sweet memories.
I am thankful.
Second Sunday Ride! The Harley Owner's Group rode north to Gold Beach, Oregon for lunch. After a chilly ride up, we were happy to see the sun came out for about 40 minutes on the east side of the river. Always good friends and a lot of laughs.
Photo 1:A quick stop at Harris Beach, Oregon
Photo 2:Liz and Glenn yuckin' it up
Bottom 3: Front to back: James, Nancy, Larry, JR. Right Side - front to back: Glenn, Liz, Kirstie, Kathleen Bob and Helen.
I found out that "they" discontinued this yarn half way through my project! So I had to order the remaining skeins by mail - and, after a week, the box came! The afghan is built in squares. 16 squares of three different designs. Only the squares for pattern three remain to be crochet, then I can start the finishing. (Photo: the pattern on the hook is #3) It's going to be a beauty!
BANGITY BANG BANG BANG! When Glenn and his two brothers (Willy & Ron) were kids and they were playing their music too loud their dad's response was "Bangitty
Bang Bang Bang - It's gone just about far enough!"
I couldn't help but thinking about it yesterday. While I was working upstairs, under my feet I felt several bang bang bangs and few whirrrs and bang bang bang again . . .
We are re-decorating the house and Glenn was installing a beautiful ceiling fan/lamp. It's perfect! (Thanks Honey!)