Piddling

(I keep looking for something that says "Back at The Lodge" for Fr. Jerry Williams [old joke], but no luck so far. What I did find, oddly enough, was a picture of the Masonic Lodge signs in Huntsville, Texas.)

I had a pretty quiet day, doing some laundry, working on some stories and so on. Had a nice email from a Franciscan sister in Chicago telling me she liked the mystery and was going to get one for a friend for her birthday. Also got a Facebook invite from a Carmelite sister I know in Oklahoma. So I guess it was a bit of a catch-up day.

Tom went over to the railroad, because he and John were planning the careful track survey in preparation for opening in two weeks. But Dave (head honcho) decided to just go ahead and sell tickets today, so they wound up running three trips and Tom got to engineer the diesel. This is rather typical of the little railroad. You just never know what will happen.

Sundance is still acting needy, but she's eating the mixed cat food. Cassidy is not all that picky an eater -- as you can tell when you see her!

Lots of doves around. The other day we saw about twenty turkeys up in one of Jerry's fields. Otherwise nothing all that interesting critter-wise.