Steve and Judy's Travels!

Hadn’t thought about Duane lately, but I stumbled across this reference to his demise I wrote in 2006:

Week before last, we had a nice visit with Duane Dibbens, our longtime renter/friend/neighbor next door in Louisville. He looked as healthy and well as we have seen him in years. A week after that, he died. He went out to dinner with his dancing partner, they sat down together to watch some television after, and he just died. He was older, seventy-four, had heart bypass surgery a couple years back, and health issues since, so it was not a big surprise, but we’re sorry to see him go. He was a good friend/neighbor.

Wait.  He died, but after all, he was 74.  That explains it?  It seemed to then in 2006 when I was only 61.

Little deer.

I have to say it right away.  If I don’t, then when I think of it again a few days later, I can’t remember if I said it out loud, or just thought it in my head.

Occupying our agricultural fields.

It seemed to be a new thing a few years ago, to bag freshly planted citrus trees.  Now it looks to be a feature of every new orchard; and there are a lot of new orchards.  I don’t know if all these new orchards are adding to our citrus capacity here, or if old orchards are ageing out and this is just a natural replacement cycle.

JUDY DROPPED OFF HER HEARING AIDS TO GET REFURBISHED.  NOW I HAVE TO TALK TO HER IN ALL CAPS FOR THE NEXT THREE DAYS OR SHE WON’T HEAR WHAT I’M SAYING!