Margo just visited the farmers market twice this morning. First time, she bought a scone that she ate right away, a pint of peaches, fresh carrots, green peppers and a wooden soap holder. Then she went home (didn't bring her cell phone), called her parents, then bought 2 12-ounce containers of fresh honey (Dad wanted just plain honey) and a container of raw honey mixed with vanilla bean. The honey will go to North Dakota next weekend as gifts.
My parents are honorary parade marshalls in my hometown's annual parade next Saturday. Theme is Railroad Days or something like that. One sister and her 2 children will be there, perhaps another. I'm excited to see my parents and family. I'm incredibly lucky they're alive.
Bittersweet moment when Mom said that Dad is the only railroad retiree still alive in my small hometown. Dad was a depot agent. My brother ran a maintainer on the track. His son works in information technology for the railroad. Three generations on the railroad, in three states and three incredibly different careers.