BORN TO BE WIIIIIIILD...

Today has been long on 'entertainment' and short on productivity. First thing this morning I went with Reagan, Amy and Mathieu to a supposed-to-be huge yard sale off of Highway 59, way the heck out there. We got there to find that it had shrunk considerably from the advertizement in the classifieds, and nothing advertized specifically was anywhere to be found. What a concept to draw buyers to a mediocre sale! Well, not really, I guess... Reagan heard the man telling someone that their water well went out the night before and so that caused them to just not push ahead with extra effort in the yard sale...

After that, Reagan had to go to Tractor Supply to get something for the horses, and that's when I took the photo of Mathieu on the small motorcycle. He tried out the display of go-carts too. They all looked like fun. Then we got breakfast tacos and came home.

At noon, Lydia and I went out to lunch. She did have some things to take care of in Beeville, but they got postponed until next week. But we went to Beeville for lunch anyway and ate at K-Bob's.

There is another funeral here tomorrow, but I am not sure if they are having the meal in the hall afterwards. If so, I'm going to have to scramble a little to get something prepared in the morning. Yes, Skidmorians, Skidmites, Skidlings... ?...are still dropping like flies. It really does seem strange that so many people are dying around here lately. This is at least number 9 - maybe higher... Not to be macabre, but that seems like a rather high number for such a small town.

Other than the aforementioned, about all I did today was putter around with the potted plants a little, take care of the dogs and cats, play on the computer, watch a little tv, and paint a few more artist trading cards. What a bum!