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Raise your hand if you had a bright white poncho to go with your denim pantsuit when you were a girl.

It’s finally happened. I was in a hip diner having lunch the other day and I leaned over to my dining companion and said, “This music sounds awful.” It was modern music and I’m no expert, but I don’t think that girl could sing.

This is a swimming hole on the Salmon River in N. California. The water was low and the skies smokey when we visited this year. I’m not a great swimmer but we brought a floaty cushion and paddled down to see a waterfall. While we were out, some people came to swim a big long lap back and forth. It’s a good swimming hole.

This is Dad’s dog fence.

There are neighbor dogs who used to come into the garage and pee on things. There was a construction project and Dad saw this netting and had an idea. There were some steps involved to get Dad the netting. It involved a former federal highways employee and a tribal official. We are related to these people.

I wish I got a better picture because Dad rigged this so it will attach to the existing garage door frame. Then roll back for storage.

And, keeps the dogs out.

This is a marker up on Grayback on the way to Orleans.

I was hoping to make another trip to Orleans this fall but we were too over-scheduled and then my team made the playoffs. Which was awesome and thrilling and also something else to cram into the schedule at the last minute.

This happens every fall and I don’t know how to make it easier. (Not the playoffs, the over-scheduled.)

I’m always embarrassed to tell people how much I enjoy January, but there’s never anything going on. We get to stay home every weekend. I love it.

Regular readers (ha ha! Like I have random drop-in readers) have heard me talk about my giant potato harvests.

I still have a ton in the vegetable bin and out in the garden. But the garden has been tragically neglected due to the Lovey Project (you can pre-order now!). It seems like I never have time and when I do, it’s raining.

I was out there on Friday and was dismayed to find the tomatoes never looking healthier. In November. Everything needs to get yanked. Hopefully this week. I was hoping to do one more pot of applesauce but looks like I missed my chance.

But back to the original point of the post: those are potatoes I found when I was helping in Mom’s garden.

Dad made himself a desk for his new computer. This is me trying to see if there is a secret compartment.

Mom and Dad had a giant fig tree at the side of their house. This was taken shortly after it was cut down.

Don’t worry, they have other fig trees. I can still get my fig fix if I’m there during fig time.

This was the tree in August. Go tree!