I wrote last on September 10th, I think.

So, a catch-up.

I painted myself red and black for FWC's first annual homecoming parade.

Caleb is now as tall as I am.

Jeb likes to sing church songs. "I am not afraid of 10,000's of people..."

Chainsaw's are magnificent tools.

We have two field mice in an aquarium. We found the field mice underneath a woodpile. They do eat cheese.

We are going to Iowa for our fall break. What is in Iowa? We don't know, yet. We have never been so we will go. What I know is there? Covered bridges, a town named Pella, Herbert Hoover Presidential Library and Museum, some Lewis & Clark stuff. If we get really ambitious, and bored with Herbert, etc., we might travel over into Minnesota just to say we did.

We have dismantled the sandbox in the backyard. Time goes by. No one was interested any longer in sand play.

Fresca deserves a second try.

Teaching Hebrews Wednesday evenings. Better. Nearness. Counterfeit. Access. New.

William Ackerman albums in order of preference based on how the album title sounds and the best sounding corresponding song title on each:

1. Conferring With The Moon/Conferring with the Moon

2. Sound Of Wind Driven Rain/Mr. Jackson's Hat

3. Imaginary Roads/The Moment in Which You Must Finally Let Go of the Tether Which Has Held Your Hope Airborne or The Prospect of Darrow's Barn and The Blossoms of an Apple Spring on Imaginary Road

4. The Opening of Doors/A Movie of a Placid Lake on a Moonless Night in September

5. It Takes A Year/The Bricklayer's Beautiful Daughter

Yo. A-town down.