A Few Days' Fun

Here is our kitchen after I decided to put dish washing liquid (the sort that is supposed to go on a piece of cloth or foam with the aim of being directly applied to individual pots and dishes in a sink) into the machine.  I spent the next hour with the shop-vac sucking suds.  It just wouldn't stop.

Then yesterday, after our 6:30 a.m. appointment at MD Anderson, Hope and I drove down to Galveston for a few hours on the beach.  If you are ever wondering when the best time to go to a Texas beach might be, the answer is October (assuming a hurricane isn't twisting the Gulf to pieces).

This shot below was taken at the cemetery where I conducted a small and informal memorial service for our friend Ellen.  You'll see Vance standing in the back right, Joanie seated in black on the grass, half of Hope's head to the right behind a white-haired Nancy Pressler, and (yes) the Honorable Judge Herman Paul Pressler the Umpteenth (if you ever wanted to spell "loser" in gold letters, I just did it for you).  But the ceremony was beautiful, and everybody seemed to enjoy sitting on the grass in the cool evening.  We had good things to say about dear Ellen.

And so the grasshopper didn't eat them all . . . .