It was not really warm enough for tubing, but they did not care.
They huddled in this little shelter Dannell helped them with.
There are all the geese down the shoreline at John's. They're very pretty and all, but they POOP all over.
It's everywhere. John said he scooped up two five gallon buckets of it. There's a park in Golden Valley that had this problem when the kids were little.
Who wants to take their kids to a park full of poop? Disgusting.
My parents came today, thinking of maybe fishing? It was too cold for that, but we had a nice time anyway, put my mom in John's golf cart and drove her all around for a tour, ate a meal together, lots of laughing.
Oh, and I did check on the State of Wisconsin website about senior fishing licenses. When can a person fish for free? If that person was born in 1927 or earlier.
Okay.
I told this to my mom on the phone last week and there was a brief pause. Then incredulous, "Ninety-five years old??"
Ridiculous.
June, you beautiful devil, we hear it's going to be 95 degrees tomorrow.
Yep.
Love, Val
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