Weather Report: Reprieve from Extremes

Aidan is certain now that he is not addicted to an iPad since he is some days away from the demise of his. He continues to get some time on his mom's Mac Air. Still, he looks for a word or gesture or minimal cue that an iPad is somehow going to materialize in his near future. However, he is not bored, as yet.

He and I attacked a 750 piece puzzle of New York City with a second puzzle overlay with 126 plastic buildings and bridges to install on that surface.

Adding skyscrapers.

All finished.

On Tuesday he and his mom went for the day to NYC to meet his Tucson friend Wali and his family visiting their NY relatives. Yesterday, Wendy and Aidan drove to meet John after work to spend the evening at the Philadelphia Zoo which was rented for the sig.com employee outing. Another couple from Tucson is expected any minute for a weekend visit. And, Keoni is due back from D.C. on Sunday night.

The neighbor that put in the long road/drive over "Crooked Creek" at the far end of this property is now building something. I'm assuming a dwelling. Aidan and I once walked down to the end of his new road and saw a clearing made in the woods. By the looks of the equipment distantly observed, so far, I believe a septic system installation must be in progress. It was interesting one day to watch an enormous dump truck load of gravel slowly backing down toward the site for about a quarter mile--sharp 90 degree angles and all.

Twyla's milk is superior, but Penelope's is very goaty and oddly textured leading Wendy to retire her from the milking. Twyla is giving all we need it seems to me. When the goats are let out of the barn they all, youngsters included, go right to the fence to scratch themselves; first along one side and then they turn around and all do the other side.

I wasn't quick enough to photo them all scratching. Maybe later.

The young goats still play, but the boys had to be separated from the girls and weaned besides; poor dears. The boys go out to the pasture with their daddy Snickerdoodle during the day. T-Bone, the whether goat, still keeps Austin company in the horse pasture. The female goats graze the yard at the back of the house, around the barn and round pen. Lots of room so now and then a young one will find it has drifted out of sight of the others, then the air fills with raucous back and forth bleating until a reunion takes place.

One of the brown hens has stopped laying, but the other brown and three whites are still at it. I wonder about the brown one. She might just be too old.

Catching some rays in the empty planter.

The humidity and temp dropped for a few days; a most welcome event. The growth is still fantastically green and flowers are everywhere. I still love seeing the Queen Anne's Lace swaying along the roadsides in the swoosh of the passing vehicles...

...or up close on a walk.