August 19, 2005

Today as I post, I feel a deep sense of gratitude to all the honest people of this sometimes troubled world. Yesterday, I took Bashey up to Rutland for a much needed grooming. While I was waiting, I drove over daughter Jill's house to visit them and take another look at their beautiful garden. I also had a craving for Ron and Louise's chicken eggs from their farm across the road. Now that I have experienced these naturally colored eggs, yes, they are different colors (green, pink, speckled and brown), no other eggs taste good to me anymore. Their chickens run all around the yard and gardens chasing each other here and there. Very healthy chicks produce very healthy, tasty eggs. Anyway back to my story. As I was leaving to pick up Bashey, I put my wallet on top of my car so I could put the eggs in the cooler. I promptly forgot the wallet and drove off in a hurry to get to Bashy before the 1 p.m. pick up time. Apparently, the wallet flew off somewhere on the Whipple Hollow Road and spewed contents here and there. One of God's angels in the shape of a Pittsford Highway worker, one Shawn Erickson, saw my wallet on the road, retrieved it and took it to the Town Offices where Dottie Wheeler took over. She began a vigorous search to locate me before I left the area. I paid for Bashey by check so never noticed the wallet was gone. I drove happily alongin cellular black out over to Hartford, NY when my cell phone beeped as service was restored and there was a message from Dotti. I pulled over to the side of the road spoke with her and then immediately called my daughter, Jill who went up to the Town Office to retrieve my wallet. As with most people, I carry a lot of important papers in that wallet. The money is not really important, it is the "stuff" of my life that is. Thank God for angels like Dotti and Shawn.

The weather has finally changed to what I consider more normal August weather for this area. I actually started the furnace in Bearfoot this a.m. since it was 62 in there and I am a wimp when it comes to cold. Today I am having lunch with a lovely lady from Dorset, VT who is 88 years and has had a stroke awhile ago. She was very close to my mom when mom was alive.

Am once again driving around in my little car with the big red kayak on the roof since it is not an easy task taking it on and off. I had a fantastic bike ride the day before on Rt. 149. Almost 9 miles of tough hills in the heat. I walked two hills and actually sat under a tree for a few mins to cool off. The views of the croplands here with the mountains in the background bring tears to my eyes. The corn is as pretty here as it is in Vermont folks. The land does not recognize boundaries created by man.
To be continued -