Ten-Finger Exercises

Jan. 19 and 20

Last night we went to a retirement party for the sheriff of Umatilla County, Oregon. There were probably about 400 people there, at least 60 in cowboy hats, and most certainly a lot of firepower in the group. The band was great, including two good female singers, one who could out-yodel the best, and guitars and fiddles. Lively, but hard to hear over all the voices of people talking. This is the sheriff that some years back sent a bill to the President of Mexico requesting money for room and board for a jail-ful of undocumented folks who were up here causing trouble and had gotten thrown in the hoozegow.

I need to get on to my next chore, starting supper, since we didn't really ever have lunch after church. I worked at the early service, and Bill sang at the later one. Then he stopped by an older couple's house to help them with their computer, while I played with my watercolors and then went to take communion to a housebound woman. Now he has to catch up on all the anti-Democratic memes flying by on facebook. He acts like it's a paying job--such dedication! And he has to tell me about them all. Drives me nuts. Anyway, I've started the haiku book, though I can't remember how to post the link. Just look in my port. It's at the top, called Hi-Cu-Ties. ID #1914161

Maybe I'll get back to this later while I work on a poem for tomorrow's group.