What's left of my bucket list

1. I want to see Wyoming and Montana.
2. I want to see a human baby born (not on TV, but in person).
3. I want to see Iris Dement live and in person.
4. I want to see John Prine live and in person.

I've fulfilled so many of the things I wanted to do that I'm reduced to these.

And they're so trivial, I really don't care much about whether I do them or not. Except #1 and #2.

Is there something I should know?

I saw these books at Sam's Club today. Looks to me like someone is expecting times to get really hard!


I was certainly glad to see these two, since Cliff and I have crossed off everything on our bucket lists. Perhaps if we read these, we'll get some new ideas.

My first tomato!

The poor little thing is the size of a pea,
But it's holding the promise of good things for me.

This little guy will never be huge; it's a grape tomato. I went out searching my garden because I read over at Dad's Tomato Garden that his first tomato made its appearance. Of course Dad's in Tennessee, so his crop is bound to be ahead of mine.

Cliff's brother is coming this morning with a trailer large enough to haul the big barn ornament Oliver tractor we're buying. I think I'll ride along; I might get a picture or two.

As far as I know, this is the last item on Cliff's bucket list. He now owns everything he wanted when he was younger but couldn't afford. I'm sure he'll think of something else, though, once the new wears off this thirty-some-year-old giant of a tractor.