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Fall is officially here. It says so on the calendar. Most of last week felt more like November than late September.
Golf was called off Wednesday due to the rain. I kept waiting for the promised sun to come back all day Thursday and Friday. I just couldn’t make myself get out in the rain and get my shopping done.
Saturday, Ann and I went to our first play of the season. Pat usually goes with us, but she couldn’t make it this time. So Robbie’s wife Rita went with us. We drove to Goshen to visit with J.R. and have lunch before going to the theater. Rita was going to lead us into Louisville from her house. For some reason she decided to go via Gene Snyder and I-71. We got into the worst traffic jam I have ever been in. It seemed like we were there for hours but it only took us from 1:40 to 2:30 p.m. to drive the 12 miles to the theater on Main Street. We did manage to enjoy the play and get reacquainted with our friends, the Nibers who occupy the seats next to us. The day wasn’t a total loss.
Fay and Bruce went to the Apple Festival, in spite of the cold rain. She said it rained there too, but not while they were setting up nor when they packed to come home late Saturday evening. She said the weather didn’t dampen the enthusiasm of the crowd that was there either.
Joel Grugan got home safely from his hunting trip to Idaho Saturday evening. Lou Ann said he was worn out but enjoyed the trip, even though he didn’t come home with an elk. Fay said they had talked to a gentleman from Indiana who had just returned from an elk hunt in Idaho, too. He said he didn’t see an elk in Idaho either but on returning to Indiana, they came upon one that had been killed on the road and another one standing near the dead one. They were only a few miles from home but it’s really no fun hunting in one’s own backyard.
Ray went to Illinois last week, so Teri went to Rachel’s house Wednesday to visit and help her a few days. She said by the time she got home Sunday, she was worn out and glad to be back in her own bed again. She enjoys her grandchildren, but small children are for the young. You can have too much of a good thing.
Ray has a birthday this week. Two of my old high-school friends are also having birthdays this week — Nancy Carol Link and Charlsey Lusby. I know they both have married names, but that is how I remember them. Happy birthday to all those who will celebrate a new year this week.
The community had it’s demolition day Friday. Doreen said the group that helped was small but hard-working. They were through in record time and had it loaded on a trailer to take to the dump. She wanted to thank all those who helped.
Wanda said they were in the last week of mail-counting at the post office. The mail-count is what determines funding for the postal service. Due to computer-use, the old-fashion mail and parcel post is slowly going the way of the horse and buggy. Our beloved mail carriers may be a thing of the past in years to come.
I had put my shopping off till the canine food supply was dangerously low, so I came home from church Sunday and dressed down and went to Frankfort. I stopped at Frisch’s for lunch. I ran into Cig Atha at the salad bar and invited him to eat with me. I hadn’t seen him to talk to in a long time. I hate to eat alone. We had a good time catching up on mutual friends, and I spent much longer than I had planned over lunch, but it was really nice seeing him again.
Sunday at church, I heard about the terrible wreck that happened Friday night. I didn’t know either of the girls, but I do know Jerry and Doris Kistner. One of the girls was Jerry’s granddaughter. Doris is one of my bridge friends. We put them on our prayer list Sunday morning. I hope both girls will recover soon. Our thoughts and prayers go out to the families.
Wanda said she thought at 2:30 p.m. this coming Sunday is when they have the dedication of the “River Room” at the historical society house. She also mentioned a “calliope machine.” You might want to check it out.