As mentioned in a previous post my cousin today gave me a few old B/W photos of me as a little guy.  I never realized until now that I’m apparently older than color photography.  Depressing as that might be, here’s me in my birthday duds, age 3+/-

After that, it was all downhill.

S

Isn’t it funny, or maybe just odd, that people will grow up in one place, then move off for a career, raise a family, etc, but always say when they retire they’ll move “back home”.  ‘Course, “home” after a lifetime away is no longer home.  Virtually every one you knew, or every place you were familiar with as a kid, is now gone.  That’s what I heard today over and over.  All the old-timers at the funeral for my late cousin said “My, how Kaufman has changed since I was here last.”  Duh!  That’s why they say “the only constant is change.”

It was a very nice service, and afterwards we all went back to my cousin’s home (the deceased’s son) for a meal and some reminiscing.  He gave me some old photos he’d found of me and my family from years ago.  I’ll post one later after K gets home and shows me how to scan.  (Told you I was a technological neanderthal.)

Kaufman reminds me of Mayberry from the old Andy Griffith Show.  I saw a cop car and almost expected to find Barney Fife behind the wheel keepin’ an eye on things.  Last night I had to ask directions to the cemetery and was given directions something like, “Go down a ways ’till you see the old McGuire homestead, then turn left and go a piece ’till you get to the square .  Then you go 3/4 of the way around the square and then go straight a couple ‘o blocks to the cemetery.  ‘Ya can’t miss it.”  The scary part is, following those directions, I found it.

I’ll be back later with an old  photo or two.  See ‘ya.

S

“The calm before the storm” appears to be nearing the end.  I can see “the storm” from here.  No, not the weather.  I’m talking about work.  The old adage is you sell your new homes in the first 6 months of the year, then you build them the second 6 months of the year.  We’re there.

Vacation last week spent with the lovely and talented K was nice, but today we’re both back at it.  I can hear her in there now, phoofing her new “do”, while the shower awaits me.  I have to go to a funeral this morning, then back to the details of closing our Lakewood house tomorrow.  We finally sold it, and I’m grateful for that, but we’re going to have to take a 6-figure check with us to close.  (That’s how much we’ll lose.)

We should have the plans from the architect today for Dr. & Ms. M’s new house, so we’ll be getting bids for the next couple of weeks.  Then the dirt can fly.  Yea!!!  We’ll be hearing back soon, maybe today, from M/M R regarding their plans-in-progress, too.  

As I’ve been sitting around for months watching CNBC and helping K by doing a load of washing now and then, the work is a welcome distraction. I’m sorry, but just checking and returning email is NOT work.  If I’m not somehow gettin’ dirty, it ain’t work.  Haha!

Monday, here I come, ready or not.  Y’all be good.  Party on…..

S