Thirty years since Rusty graduated from high school...Seems like yesterday when Herb and I attended his 40th and my 30th...The only ones we have been to...This year two of Rusty's friends stayed with us on Barton Heights...Frank and family set up a tent trailer in the back yard and Brian surprised us when he showed up to claim our spare bedroom...With a lot to catch up on the stories flew as we shared food and sat on the deck and reminisced about old times and life now...Both of these "boys" had spend many hours at our house growing up...Brian reminded me that I was alway telling him that it was time for him to go home and Frank enjoying his umpteenth dinner roll asked for the recipe...They attended reunion festivities, a family picnic at the lake, then a dinner at the "Stubborn Mule" in Joseph...Both of these boys are fathers now and Frank a soon to be grandfather...We enjoyed the weekend and feel privileged that they wanted to spend time with us...Everyone vacated yesterday going to Montana, Washington and Rusty to Bend for a few days, then to Boise and on Sept 2nd he flies to Savannah for a job...Our house is quiet and empty, peaceful as Herb and I get back into our routine.
I have a stint at the Josephy Center today, write people tomorrow, pinochle on Wednesday and acupuncture on Thursday...Won't take long for this week to fly by...We are working on plans for a trip to Portland to watch Cienna play water polo...Hugs To All...OWAV:)
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