Woken up very early this morning by the smell of rain on the breeze. We have had temps in the high nineties, low hundreds for a couple weeks now. Rain, So far we have gotten .50 inches out of this storm! There is a projected high of 80 degrees for today. But, right now it's 60 with a slight breeze. Perfect sleeping weather, which suits Wee Willie just fine. That dog can sleep, he has unmade my bed twice now to get the duvet mounded just right to sleep in. I will wait a bit to turn on the whole house fan, since it's in the hall ceiling, right off my bedroom.
I have been trying to get the yard in some sort of shape. Chain saw, hedge clippers, hoes, and rakes have been a big help. Hank and I have made many trips to the green waste station, and have many more to go.
I seem to have inherited some of Dad's friends. One elderly lady has had cancer surgery and her husband called to let me know. So off to Oak River rehab in Anderson to take her flowers. As I was getting ready to leave home, I recalled that Dad and I had lots of fun flying combat missions with our RC helos around the house. Sam the ol cowman Navy pilot (I adopted him when Dad was in rehab) lives at the care side of Oak River. So I loaded up one of the helos and took it up to Sam. He is enjoying terrorizing the staff with it immensely.
I keep close tabs on Dad's girl friend, as she has not been well, and her family is busy and dysfunctional to boot. Dad called her every night, and I know she misses him greatly. But, boy can that lady talk.
Haven't gotten to take Dad up to hunt'n camp yet. The flight has been delayed by a couple of family issues. It makes me sad that it is one of the special things I promised Dad I would do, that has become another bone of contention.
Trying to see that the people that need or can use Dad's stuff are getting it in a timely fashion. Some time ago he gave me the only thing of his that I truly wanted, his pilot wings.