Ahhh. Back to the rural life. Hot sunny, summer day. I would post pics from this morning's romp (and I realize it has been sometime since I posted on Ollie and Henry) but there are two little boys taking their afternoon nap up in the room where my camera is so that will have to wait for now.

The butterscotch boys are getting into more trouble than Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, of late though there has been no bank robbing and no shoot-ups though there have been long chases, hideouts and police. Hmmmm. Most important call I make Tuesday is to the dog trainer. It is time to straighten out those naughty little boys from the spoiled rotten behavior we have instilled in them. The training, of course, is for me and T-- the boys will just be coming along.

Haven't yet unpacked from my week-- barely got back here yesterday an hour ahead of our weekend guests so I really haven't had a chance to digest all that I learned and experienced last week. In the end, it was good. I did learn tons despite myself. And despite my inept, pathologically shy social skills, I met people-- thanks to their ability to reach out and approach me. Even, are you ready for this? . . . Even the disdainful Russian came and sat with me one afternoon-- too bad for me he joined me just in the 30 minutes I was madly attempting to cram in a reading for the next class AND too bad for me his social skills were so appalling they made me look like Pamela Harriman.

Ops--- people are getting up from their naps--- gotta fly-- catch ya later.

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