Cliff thinks everything must be mowed that he has to look at, including some banks that are really too steep to mow. What worries me most is that he could easily hit a sudden drop-off that's covered by the brush, and end up underneath the tractor. All I can do, as always, is pray. Oh, and I walk back and check on him a lot.
Sadie and I spent last night in the cabin; the weather was perfect for it, cool breezes rustling the treetops and all. That's the only place Sadie gets to sleep with me, and she loves it. She brought me a stick to throw, and fetched it again and again, until I got tired of throwing it. I did my old routine of listening to Native American music CD's until we turned in, then I went to sleep listening to Mother Angelica and the nuns saying the Rosary. I tell you, that's the most peaceful CD I own; I absolutely love it. I wonder if Mother Angelica would mind a protestant using her CD to induce sleep.
Time to go check on Cliff again.