Saturday morning.

We had an enjoyable evening with friends at Julie's house last evening.  With everyone bringing part of the meal to complement her ham and potato casserole, it makes for a meal with something for everyone.  Only Georgia and Mike were exempt from bringing anything, since they left this morning and had everything packed up in the car and ready to do.

So it was a send off for those heading out the door first, those right behind them and the last ones to turn out the lights. The last ones  heading north always lament about how lonely it is in the "hood" with everyone gone. Then all of our attention faces north, never looking back until, once more it is time to return in the fall. 
Today, I'm nursing the fire ant bites that kept me awake last night. I tried everything I could think of for them; ice, baking soda, vinegar.  Nothing helped. That didn't keep me from walking this morning with Nancy, though.  She had some Cortaide that brought the itch down a notch, but didn't help the swelling in my ankle any.

Michael had another raced this morning.  One of those that gets him up before 5:00am and leaves the house before 6:00 for. His time improved, which should make him feel rewarded for the effort. There is always a little extra satisfaction in knowing I don't have to get up and go with him. Oh, guilt, too, but satisfaction overrides the guilt.

Have to say, I'll miss these silly sandhill cranes that are making such a racket this morning.  They would make good cartoon characters. You wonder what all their constant noise means.  Probably like most of us, not much.