Sunday

Well, I'm at work Friday, Josh is off still (no work), and the boys check everything and figure it's a good to go fishing. They load up and take off for Shell. Things go slow for a while, then Elon's pole goes low to the ground. Wow, he's got a big one! After a long fight, the bigin comes in to shore. Here's her picture. Josh is holding Mrs Grass Carp weighing in at 16 pounds and 30 inches long. Elon's line was 8 pound test. Way to go Elon!



Anna has been working on her laptop while sitting on a foot stool. Over to one side is her hundred pound nursing book. This has gone on for years. Enough of this stuff, so off to Walmart to buy a desk. It's not much but serves its purpose well. Here she is working away, so she says.



Vicky's sick. True flu: muscle aches and pains, fever, cough, throat crud, etc. She's slowly getting better. She got it the worse this year. No fun being sick.

Pete, the tailless cat, is having a hard time with his fur. Seems the new fur itches; he bites his skin to make it stop itching. Medicine time for Pete's sores. I wish fur would grow faster.

Here's a song I played for the sermon. Hope it is meaningful to you.