Saturday 24
Apr. 25th, 2010 12:40 amToday’s Weather was: Temps of around 56 and 81 degrees, NW winds at 6 to 16 MPH, humidity around 17 percent, clear skies.
According to the National Weather Service: “Sunday: Sunny, with a high near 84. West wind between 6 and 9 mph becoming calm. Sunday Night: Mostly clear, with a low around 59. South wind 6 to 10 mph becoming west.”
I called up Family and Friends throughout the day.
Jimmy Stonebraker called me to say that he and his family are coming out on the weekend of the 29th of May and we’ll have Stoney’s Memorial on that Saturday. So I’m going to tell everyone that’s going to be held on the next Potluck!
I updated the Copper Mountain Mesa Website and sent out the Newsletter.
Today is Potluck and I cooked up my usual turkey stuffing with raisins and headed on down to the community center. There were a lot of kids running around screaming and laughing playing hide and go seek when I got there. The food was excellent and plenty of it: Elisabeth Treas brought a fantastic chili creamed cheese dish, Chris Jonas made up his famous macaroni salad, Marcy Hines made her wonderful enchiladas and also brought strawberry pie with ice cream, Marie Morrison cooked up some splendid macaroni and cheese, and Rose Matich brought her peas and corn. Bill Treas, Chris, and I sat around and jawed for nearly two hours after dinner was done; a good way to work off the calories!
I read a few chapters of “Knight of the Word”. Nest finds Knight of the Word (we’ll just call him Ross for now on) in Seattle working at a homeless shelter for batter women and their children. She warns Ross that he cannot quit being Knight of the Word and if he tries something bad will happen. There are demons already stalking around downtown and one of them lays claim to Ross. This book goes into a lot of detail describing what the landscape looks like, about each person’s looks and personality, and how demons attack and kill their victims. Its slow reading but it gave me nightmares last night.
I did my stretches, practiced my guitar, wrote to my journal, posted it to the web, and called it a night.