Pictures of Fall that I took on my walk today

Today was another beautiful Fall day. I hope you got out and enjoyed it. The air felt just like a mild Summer day. Debbie kept telling me to cross the street and walk on the streets by the Golf Course. It is really nice walking. It is so easy to keep walking that I have to watch that I don't go too far. I walked 50 minutes without sitting down once. I had also exercised today. I could really feel it in my legs when I got back. I did enjoy it so much I will walk there more often. I started to turn up the first street on the left but just a few feet up a man was cursing at his pickup and threw a tire in the street so I just kept walking straight. I did not want to embarass him. He didn't look like he was having a good day. I was able to get my walker up and down the stairs fairly easy by pulling it backward. I never walk outside without it. I don't need to fall.

Richard is starting to e-mail me about stories I should tell. Somehow more of the stories seem to involve Richard. We had one bedroom downstairs in Buckley and the other bedrooms were upstairs. I had bunk beds in the downstairs bedroom. There was a light fixture that hung over the bunk beds. I don't remember why there was no bulb in it. It may have burned out and we didn't get a new one in yet. Richard must have been about 4 or 5 because he remembers it. Richard stuck his finger in the socket and flopped on the bed crying. Diane was sitting on the bunk bed with him and she stuck her finger in the socket and she flopped on the bed crying. It is hard to believe that two apparently intelligent children would do that.

Richard reminded me about what he did to the cat. We had this real nice gray striped cat. Richard loved cats and was always picking the cat up and carrying her places. The cat was pregnant. Richard had her upstairs. It was Summertime and I had the bedroom window open. For some unknown reason, Richard decided to push the cat out the window. I was downstairs and I saw the cat sailing through the air and land in the flower bed. At the same time, I heard Richard upstairs screaming. The cat in her attempt not to go out the window had badly scratched his arm. The cat went on to have a healthy litter of kittens. The cat did have an unfortunate death after we moved to Bonney Lake. I will tell about that later.

The only story I can think about Debbie today is how she held everybody up when we wanted to go somewhere. She could never remember where she put her shoes and everyone had to run around and find them. She hated wearing shoes. Debbie would never look for her shoes herself she would just sit and cry and all of us had to do the hunting. Was that early training for her job of supervising others? Debbie still takes her shoes off a lot but at least now she knows where they are.