9:50 a.m.

Farmbeau’s gone to oversee the pouring of cement in two places in town.

Don loves to honk horns. He accepts the fact that not everyone will allow it. But Beryl the Busdriver is a real sweetie and lets him give it a honk when he is getting off and on the bus.

(Less tightass people let him honk their horns, is my thought.)

We’ve got to leave for Dawne’s right away. She phoned and offered me a row of corn last night. Ours was already getting tough when I threw three grocerybags of it, husks and all, into the freezer. So I’m going to drive out to her place, have a visit with her, and Barney and I will pick the corn.

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from Clementine via email:

Soon it will be my time to follow my dreams and accomplish what I want for myself. I do for everyone else and alot of the times feel there's not much coming back.
I remember what you told me years ago: "Everyone can go fuck themselves, I'm doing what I want." I think I'll get a t-shirt.
In the meantime it's work,clean, listen to kids fight, and worry about anything that needs to be worried about.
oh yeah and the fence!

Dad bought tickets for us all to take the historic Kettle Valley steam-train ride when we were in Kelowna this summer. In this picture, the conductor has taken my niece for a stroll to the front of the car we were riding in.

Today, it sounds like the old trestles are burning down. I'm not sure where they are in relation to where we went for the train ride, but still.

It's too bad.