Before taking off on Friday, Keoni went to Aidan's Thursday evening game. The game went well and Aidan made some scores. 

Friday morning Aidan was helping Keoni load up in their mom's truck.

Last minute laugh together.

And off to the airport. 

 Wendy flew with Keoni to Atlanta since a car needed renting and a drive was ahead to get to Macon; Keoni's crazy-busy existence still eludes driver training and license. Not least--more suitcases could go.

While their trip was under way, Aidan got busy on a fudge experiment.

It tasted good, but consistency was about caramel--chocolate caramel.

Over in Utah, Elijah and I connected with some text-messaging which he is now allowed to do. I asked for a selfie and some pix of his brothers and got this...

Elijah.

Dimetrios.

Kingston.

We began getting pictures from Macon on the weekend, and here are a few chronicling Keoni's step into his new life at Mercer.

Dorm.

Unpacking.

Campus exploration.

Bell House, McDuffie Center for Strings.

You rock, Grandson! 

The last is my personal favorite.

Sigh. I miss him.

Additional pictures are on Facebook that he and Wendy have posted. Among hers are ones of she and her dear friend Marcie who joined them for Sunday brunch. She is about a two hour drive from Macon.

Aidan did the chores, while his mom was away. His dad helped around the edges, but Aidan did all the goat-milking, barn and husbandry chores; plus the household pets. I did the kitchen milk-handling sterilizations and clean-ups.

Last evening's game. Aidan easy to spot in his red socks and orange shoes.

Nothing has diminished Aidan's soccer zeal. He lives for Tuesday and Thursday evening team play.

We're having a heat wave. This morning I was sweating while on the back porch for early Tai Chi, coffee and e-news.

Today, Toby abandoned me after I gave him his early morning sip of goat milk. He is seldom the condo kitty he once was. Of late, he is constantly watchful of any movement out in the yard/barn areas, his now sinewy body seldom relaxes--even on my shoulder. He must be feeding himself from rodents, small wildlife and bugs--I've witnessed him devouring same. He disdains the canned meat that he favored so much during the cold months, so I stopped purchasing more.

A paean to Mom and Grandma Steinbach's lore: give a saucer of milk often to mousers to counter-balance the toxins (they said poison) from the vermin. (I never saw my mother buy any cat food--ever, certainly not Grandma.)

Toby helps himself to the dry barn cat food that Wendy keeps out for barn cat free-feeding. I keep another up out of dog reach on the porch cat tree for Toby. Wendy's animals and pets probably don't know they are really in Animal Heaven.

The little goats are growing into adults and are up for sale. If you are interested here is the web site:

Casa de Tortuga Goats

or the Facebook page:

Facebook Page

Delivery of young goats sold may fall to my pony Subaru and I since Wendy won't be taking time away from her goat operation. If this delivery takes me close to those I love, I will give them a ring for possibly coordinating a visit--no worries, post delivery.

Along Harleysville Pike...