Poem by Bob

Time is a thief

he rests on his perch

flying unheralded only to search

for people like us who think we're not old

a skeletal finger so bony and cold

taking years from our lives with a sinister stroke

stealing our joy and robbing our hope

turning our laughter and love into pain

then along comes a puppy to renew us again

Thar be Dragons

We hung a couple of six foot dragons under the apple trees last week. They'll have to come down when the next storm comes through, but they do add a lot of color to the backyard.
We started taking care of our friends and ex-employer's house this week. They'll be gone until April, so it will be a long term house sitting. Actually we're fairly close neighbors, so it won't be a problem for us as we drive by it almost every day, anyway.
Carol's been waiting and waiting for the 911 dispatcher to tone her out for an ambulance call, but they've been few and far between this month. Maybe all the sick people either got well or died off. hopefully its the former.

Ona Beach

J.C. and I went for a four mile beach walk yesterday morning, trying to get our old decrepit legs in shape for the hike into Drift Creek this fishing season. We both were tired on the way back and the last hundred yards through the soft dry sand above the high tide mark was tough.
The beach, which was scoured down to the lava bedrock by the spring storms, is now pretty much sanded back in.
It's amazing how the beaches here can change; one day the sand will be ten or fifteen feet deep and the next week, usually after a storm, it'll all be gone and the agate beds will be exposed.

Car Show

Carol, J.C. and I went to a car show at the Oregon Coast Aquarium yesterday morning. We really get a kick out of looking at the oldies, and saying, “I used to have one just like that!” or “My dad had one of those!” or "Wait, mine was a '47, not a '48!"

We go to the shows whenever we can, there are usually two or three every year locally. There's one more this month in Waldport at the “Cruise and Crab” festival.

It would be fun to find one in an old barn somewhere and restore it, but I think it's a rich mans hobby. If I did have one I'd drive it all the time, I don't see much sense in keeping it in a garage and bringing it out just for car shows. Oh well, dream on!