2 October 1999
Friday
Pop sent me this photo in e-mail. It's
Tom and his sister, Nancy.
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To The Woods
I only have two days vacation this year so I'm using them for something
wonderful -- our anniversary trip. I thought about doing the fancy resort
thing again this year, but I think a nice, simple camp in the woods will
be more to our liking. Of course it is going to be Arkansas again. I'll
never ever get enough of the wonderous colors of an Ozark autumn, the
brisk mornings with the smell of campfire and the sounds of the waking
birds.
The last night in the woods, Sunday night, is actually our
anniversary. I made reservations for us at Mountain Thyme Bed and Breakfast,
where we stayed the night we got married. I was disappointed that The
Dogwood Room wasn't available, but I suppose I wouldn't have expected it
to be, this late in the season. I was able to get Janie Lee's room, my
second favorite. It has a lovely windowseat and a fireplace.
Our first few days of camping will be at Lake Catherine State
Park. Ten or 12 years ago, Tom S. and
Dede were traveling around Arkansas with
us and we discovered Lake Catherine. We vowed to go back. It is a
lovely park with waterfalls, rocky cliffs, forest and even a nice lake. It
is so pretty that Tom S. and I made everyone go back so we could get
some pictures. (His were better than mine). He and I went out in a
near torrential rain to snap photos and the place is lovely, even
in the rain.
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Tom's cousin, Rusty and his wife, Liz are expecting their first child
near the end of this month. Somehow, Liz managed to get through most
of her pregnancy without me knowing about it. I found out about
Liz at the same time I found out about Tom's brother, Mike and his wife,
Tony's big event. They are expecting next spring.
I can't let a birth pass without crocheting a baby afghan. It is
just a rule, you see. I picked a rather simple pattern for Rusty's
and Liz's son since I don't have all that much time. I feel kind of
wierd about not producing a wonderful, artistic, soft and snuggly
blanket, but I just don't have the time. Tom tells me that what
I'm doing is ok . . he often sits with me in the evenings, pulling
the tangles out of the yarn so I can whiz along.
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