Tonight the task at hand was taking the recently purchased dog food to "Grandma and Papa's". You see, it was determined that the puppies, Jessie and Lucy, should be at Grandma and Papa's for many reasons. On any given day, you can find the puppies and Papa over at the barn, down the field, or just going for a ride in the truck. They keep each other company.
Jessie is getting pretty old. Sixteen in dog years takes her well beyond her years. She may be old, blind and deaf but she can still smell and she moves about with that one sense alone. She knew it was Grant and I and she made her way over for a pet. She stood at my heel and when I didn't pay any attention to her, she touched my leg with her nose. Sweet.
We visited the garden, talked about the lilac bushes that look more like trees and are happy, happy. The bush in the front yard is epic. I'm not sure I've ever seen that lilac with that many blooms. Truly happy.
We watched a couple of ball games with the folks. Not in full length but two different ball games. Golden State Warriors and San Francisco Giants. Thank the Lord for the channel changer. Funny thing is I can remember the day of black and white TV's with the antenna. Things sure have changed.
Papa wasn't ready for us to go and when we mentioned going home to take a walk, he suggested a group event. The night was beautiful and as we strolled to the end of the lane, I talked of running bare foot on the road as a kid and that the curve of the road was the smoothest, we talked of the age of the pine trees Papa planted, the green, green grass and the recently planned fir trees that were oh so happy and already putting on new growth. Grandma was happy about how good her legs felt and Lucy bounded ahead of some of her favorite people.
Back at the house we noticed that the moon would be full in a couple of days. And of course I had to say "The moon's not full Dad. Not a good night for neckin'." Dad chuckled, "Why not?" he asked. I chuckled.
