Party's Over

Well, the last day of our Cheyenne Frontier Days Rodeo, last full week in JULY. Bunting comes down, people go home, over for another year --yippy skippy but as usual, a good rodeo party. Ridem Cowboy! Come back Next year!

And our astronauts are upstairs. Godspeed, guys

Another planet??? Depends on it's orbit, I think. Got a lot of rocks in our solar system. Me, I still wanna bum around Mars.

Flowers are blooming! Tomatoes are getting red! At least some things are alive in the garden. Oh by the way, a thought -- there is no such thing as a real cold call. The caller has to have SOME information handy.

Short story: it was late and dark, we were watching tv. a cat jumped up into the kitchen window and looked in on us from kitchen to living room. We have no cats, that we acknowledge anyway. Nothin but occasional wild cats --- I said, oh! kitty in the window! and Dave says, "Is he a peeping Tom?"

Play taps. Play Amazing Grace. Our lovely buddy, Jimmy is gone. To the enterprise in the other side. Bones was waiting for him, as well as all his past peoples -- we send our love and thank him for his life.

My Stars!

Circle October 30th of this year on your calendars. Mars visits us again darned near as close as it did 2 years ago. Umm! Saw it that time, nice and red and purdy in the sky -- Those of you with telescopes will have a little treat if it's not cloudy.

Discovery is still Earth-bound. Well, let's check it out, gang. I personally think the shuttles are a tad old. They need new models with new wiring and all that good stuff. In the meantime, lets not kill astronauts just to fire 'em off the Earth!! Go, by all means, but go safely. Gee yes, let's have a hand for that idea.

Off and Running

Tomorrow the Discovery goes off. I'm crossing my fingers and praying. We need this mission. Here's a little known fact. Sure you need this. It will be indelible in your mind forever. Sumi wrestlers never wash their loin cloths. The reasoning is: it would diminish their strength.

Okay-ee

Watched a crow this weekend while I was fishing. It was raining and we were waiting in the car for it to blow over. A crow hopped up to a picnic table and picked up something in it's beak -- then dropped it. Picked up. Dropped. Flew away; came back, picked up, and took it to the lake edge and dropped it in. Then it ate it. Flew up, got another. This is repeated 4 times. I went to investigate. Dog kibble! Way to go, Mother Nature!

Dogs don't think they are human. They think we are dogs. Funny weird dogs that act very stupid sometimes but they love us anyway.