Last few days have been very nice. Saw my grandkids, took the golden retreiver for a beautiful walk up in the hills, the last warm days of Indian Summer. That evening I carted medotter, a friend of hers and her recently re-found husky/shep mix down to Spring City where they are staying at
Windwalker Ranch, stopping at the 80th birthday party (and 60th anniversary fête) of my ex-father-in-law to wish him well and gronff some fine vittles. The drive was pleasant, the weather beautiful. At 6500 feet it was around 70 degrees at 9:00 PM, harbinger of a winter storm to come.
Sure enough, today cold rain enveloped the valley, there will be snow in the mountains. Reading the paper after Church I noticed the obituary of
a professor I had had in 1971 - he was one of those rare Jimmy Stewart / It's a Wonderful Life people you never forget, one who had a certain
something about them that let you know they truly cared about everyone that crossed their path. The funeral home was only half a mile from my apartment, so I went out in the cool autumn evening to pay my respects.
Tonight I fixed gyooza and miso shiru for dinner. Full and happy.
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