Archive for August, 2009

Little Orphan Annie

Annie, after her first trip to the vet today, weighs in at 12.6 pounds. I wish we’d weighed her last Thursday, because Bruce and I both swear that she’s grown in a mere 4 days.

Bruce was running errands and drove by some rental houses in our neighborhood — the ones that have a rather frequent turnover, shall we say, which are currently empty yet again. He saw a yellow lab puppy at the door of one, acting like it wanted in. After his errands, when he drove by the second time, the puppy was in the street. He drove around it, stopped, turned around and went back.

She is a cutie. After several days of puppy chow, puppy biscuits, and ball fetching and Ginger acclimation, she is doing well. Two mornings in a row now, her towel in her crate has been dry. (Does this sound like a diaper report?) The vet thinks she is a lab mix about 10-12 weeks old. She exclaimed, “She’s cute! I’d stopped and picked her up too! And if you’re going to rescue a puppy, it’s nice to get a healthy one!” So today she got her deworming and first vaccinations, and is conked out, sleeping it off. (I know I had to get two inoculations last week and felt the very same way.)

We had decided that we’d get another dog if one fell into our laps. Yep. There she is. Right in our laps.


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We’re back home after 3491 miles and 31 miles per gallon and 11 states. It was a great trip — long and busy, but fruitful. We saw the people we wanted, but also didn’t see others we would have wanted to see but lacked the time. I realized that we could have easily spent another week on the road. However, Bruce now knows why I’m a bit nervous when the tank gets low. “We need to stop for gas.” “The gas light isn’t on yet.” “There’s no station for a long time. We need to stop now.” “Oh. Okay.” We stop and the next leg is accompanied by miles and miles of farm land and fields. “Now I see what you mean.”

The Hubble reunion in Illinois had the usual people. Each year I try to talk in depth to a different cousin. This year it was Kathy Clark Wolfe. We enjoyed Carolyn’s ham loaf and Jane’s blackberry cobbler and Judy’s deviled eggs. We generally bring baked goods fixed by Mrs. Grocery Store since we come from so far away. Last year I brought homemade cookies, but this year I was too busy to get anything baked before we left.

windmill garden

Ironically, we went to local wineries in both Illinois and Nebraska. They have discovered that certain grapes do well in certain climates and those grapes make excellent wine. We brought bottles home from each state. Both white and both fruity. We’ll think of Ree and Connie when we drink them.


We saw my nieces Nicole and Jessica and their husbands plus little Bailey, Nicole and Richard’s daughter. We made the rounds of signifcant places in Lincoln. The cemetery where Mom, Dad and Christine are all buried. Their house. Mom’s church. Places I wanted Bruce to see. Also my favorite used bookstore. They even gave us a shopping bag to haul off all our new books.


Bruce got to spend three days on a Nebraska farm, petting the horses and talking to Connie and Steve’s dog. We even went to a Indian Massacre Re-enactment. It was clever and informative. The BBQ in the city park in Oak was a nice slice of small town Americana. Even the night spent at a local saloon drinking beer and eating sauerkraut pizza and chatting with more old friends, Judy and Lee, was special.

horse C&S

indian attack



K, C, S & dog

Our house in Norton was enlarged and improved. They did all the things we had wanted to do to the house. Had we had time, I would have gone up and knocked on the door and introduced myself and asked for a tour. However, they did keep the same color scheme of the house, light brown house and dark brown trim.

Winfield in southern Kansas was a nice stopping off place to see friend, Ann. Bruce wanted to steal the double headed shower head in the guest bathroom. He even got to see a Kansas/Oklahoma storm roll in. I kept an eye out for those nasty funnel shaped clouds that drop down from the sky. Thankfully, none appeared.


We handed out all the pickle relish and bread and butter pickles and peach jam we hauled 1500 miles. And we returned with five diaper boxes of canning jars. A good trade I think! We’ll be set for next year’s canning season.

Two surprise side trips I’ll blog about later. Bruce took gobs of pictures. More about them later too.

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