wings over pecan lane

I'm still sick and not at all into going into the heat of an airport for a show.  Thankfully most of the planes have been visible to me coming in and will be a sight to see when they all leave Halls.  There was an air base there during WWII and it presently houses a museum and the yearly show of aircraft maneuvers.  Very impressive.  I remember my Mama talking about so and so and so and so meeting up when he or she was stationed there and then they got married.  It was a happening place.

The corn box is slowly withering, thank you sweet baby Jesus.  You can be sure that on the day it goes down, there will dancing around a fire.  Actually it sounds like a reason for a party in my book.  In other news there will be a very active sunflower field on opening weekend, totally by invitation.  It's probably easier to get an appointment with the Pope than an invitation to a dove hunt.  There will be live coverage, of course.

My friend Carol and I talked for an hour and a half like we always do because it's sporadic.  We talk grandma stuff and work stuff and generally every little thing that needs to be caught up on.  It's nice to have the luxury to do that.

Gotta' go check for produce but no watering until the sun moves.  I've fried enough stuff that way to know that you must water early or late.  Since I don't do early, late it is.

God bless all y'all out there watching the show in 95 degree temps with no breeze.  I'll catch 'em when they leave.

That's what's up.  How about you?