Way Behind

I'm sorry I don't have any photos for you on this post. I almost don't have anything to post at all since my life has been 99% work since our trip to Hawaii in May.

I did take a quick trip up to Oregon Flock and Fiber Festival last Saturday. It was crowded, but fun. My friends Linda, John and Darlene rode up with me and we stopped for lunch on the way. My sister, Dotty, came to the event and we had a nice, but short visit. I didn't buy much, but I spent a lot of money on Woollee Winders.

I pulled a fast one on Rocky the other day. My friend, Linda, just happens to be the wife of Ron Finley, the former head wrestling coach for the Ducks. Every time I mention Linda, Rocky has to tell me about what a good coach Ron was and how much respect he has for him. So Linda and I decided to go out for dinner one evening, but I couldn't tell Rocky about these plans because he would chicken out and come up with all kinds of reasons not to go. So Linda and I made a date for last Tuesday, 6:30 at PF Chang's.

The whole day I have my fingers crossed that I can get him there. He was stressing out about hunting preparations and we usually don't go out that early. I told he we had dinner reservations which caused a few swear words to fly. He had to wear a wrinkled shirt because it was already after six when he got dressed and asked if he looked alright. Somehow we made it out the door and got there right on time.

As we walked in there wasn't a hostess at the desk, but I saw Linda wave at us and start walking back to their table. Rocky just stands there and looks at me like I've turned purple. I told him to follow me, that I see somebody I know. He slowly starts to follow, but the further into the restaurant I get the more distance he put between us. Linda told me the next day that she thought he was going to bolt. He finally made it to the table and I introduced him to Ron and Linda; he did perk up a bit with, "Oh." He said hello, nice to meet you, and all that; but then I turned purple again when he saw me sliding into the booth. I said, "Look, they have menus for us and everything." Suddenly the lights came on and he said, "You guys planned this?" It was fun.

We had a nice dinner (PF Changs is pretty good) while Ron and Rocky talked about wrestling, hunting, and fishing. Even though he wouldn't admit it I could tell that Rocky was really enjoying himself. I tried to make him admit it in the car on the way home and all he would say is, "You know I don't like to be tricked." Bah, humbug, Rocky.

That's the extent of my excitement for the past month.