Cliff and I rode the motorcycle this morning. Oh, not very far... just to Higginsville, where we window-shopped at Kleinschmidts, bought some essentials at Orschelns's (where it's peanut days and you can stroll around the store shelling peanuts and dropping the shells on the floor), and ate at our favorite Pizza Hut.
Of course, any motorcycle trip with Cliff that takes you through a farming town involves cruising the back lot of every tractor dealer to see what sort of used tractors they've taken as trade-in. Cliff will ask questions like, "Is that Oliver a diesel?"
Sheesh, how would I know? I'm just glad I can tell an Oliver from a John Deere.
Granddaughter Natalie spent the afternoon here and had a ride on Blue; she's so out of practice, though, that he kept trying to take over. Not a good thing. I imagine part of the problem is that nobody rides him except me, so he's become somewhat a one-person horse.
I called my sister this evening to make sure her scheduled surgery is still a "go". I'd appreciate prayers on her behalf: she's eighty years old, and has never had any type of surgery. In fact, she doesn't even take blood pressure meds, or any other prescription drugs. She has some polyps that were too difficult to remove during her last colonscopy, so they're doing the surgery to get those. The doctor assured her that they aren't suggesting, or even thinking, that she might have cancer; they just want to get this problem area fixed so nothing becomes cancer. Next Tuesday is the day.
But I'm sure Maxine is nervous, because I certainly would be. I have one sister, and she is very special to me, and to everyone who knows her.
So pray for her peace of mind, and for her continued health.