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It's the last day of September, and I'm out on our deck with the pups, enjoying our lingering mild weather. Our hummingbirds have begun their migration southward. There's no chance of rain in the forecast, and we could use it. I don't think we had any measurable rainfall this month, and the 10-day precipitation outlook isn't looking so good either.  Tammy and I got our latest Covid and seasonal influenza vaccine boosters Saturday afternoon. We were both in recovery mode all day yesterday. I never tolerate the Covid vaccine very well. Tammy is in Rochester until tomorrow, babysitting Clifford. It's been nice that Cliff's grandmothers have been able to provide daycare while Rachel and Drew await an opening at the daycare provider they prefer. He's getting so much love this way. (The photo is from last week, courtesy of Rachel.) Cliff has such a sweet disposition and is becoming more mobile. He's beginning to crawl when an object he desires is placed ju...

I noticed the date on my watch a few days ago and realized it was the anniversary of my father's passing: September 15th, 1995 — 29 years ago. The date usually gets away each year without me noticing. Although my father and I were very much alike (I'm told), we didn't share a strong bond. Alcohol got the better of him later in life, leaving most of our visits in his last 10 years disappointing for me.  I was relieved for him when he died six weeks shy of his 70th birthday and three weeks shy of the verdict in the O.J. Simpson murder trial. He was fixated on the trial for most of the last year of his life, confined to an easy chair in the living room and tethered to an oxygen machine to help manage his emphysema. I sometimes wonder what my dad would have thought of our politics today. He spent his career in finance and subscribed to The Wall Street Journal, so I considered him a conservative, but he mainly was a cynic of all politicians. He had much disdain for Nixon. I reme...

Oscar and Rudy continue to dominate our home life with their antics and love. They've been with us for nine weeks (today!), and they're thriving in their new environment. A few days ago, I saw a meme that said, "Treat your rescue pup so well that they forget about the abuse they suffered in their previous home." And that's precisely what we're doing. They appear to be responding to their new names, and we're still working on potty training, which has been more difficult for them. We'll get there.  Today marks nine years since I retired. September 3rd, 2015, was the most emotion-filled day of my life for several reasons. Last Friday, we met Rachel, Drew, Cliff, and Drew's mother, Jenny, at the state fair. We couldn't have picked a better day weather-wise, but with that nice weather came record-breaking crowds! We had to skip a few longer lines because they were more than an hour long, and whatever awaited us at the end of the line wasn't wo...