Here it comes, not here at the house, but up on the peaks. Hopefully we’ll have an Indian summer. That means a nice fall and a late start to winter. It is in the 30’s up here though in the mornings, albeit the high 30’s.
Yesterday afternoon Harley threw up all over the dining room rug. It was so gross and took me a good hour to clean up. I had to borrow the neighbors steam cleaner and Lori used it again when she made it home.
Work is coming along well. I’m super busy wrapping up that big deal which looks like it should, (knock on wood) finally get signed on Thursday.
Dr. B’s dad isn’t doing well back in New York, so he flies out today or could already be gone if he was able to get a flight last night. Lori had to reschedule all his surgeries for the next few days.
Two weeks from today we’re off to Italy. Italy this time of year is spectacular. The tourists are gone for the most part, the food is great (it’s truffle season), and the weather is nice. It’ll be a bit of a grueling trip as we pack and unpack six times in ten days, but it’s still Italy in the fall.
While things are still a mess out there, it looks like the killing of Charlie Kirk is a turning point for the Country. People everywhere are speaking out and standing up for what’s right. The silent majority is waking up and no longer silent. The bullies on the left don’t like this and are unbelievably still spewing hate and evil, and it will probably get worse, but like a Phoenix rising from the ashes, I believe good will win over evil.
Last, Robert Redford has passed away. He was one of the great actors of our time. We all remember Butch Cassiddy and the Sundance Kid. Flipping through channels last night, I happened to watch the end of Three Days of the Condor, and of course my favorite movie of all time is Jeremiah Johnson. He was 89, RIP. Thought he was younger. You can’t beat Father time.
God Bless