|It took a few hours for Cleo to warm up to Fred, but then she was smitten for good.|
They decided to leave today to pick up a load in Salt Lake City. I took Dad to the warehouse to look around one last time. He's been intrigued with the rebuilding of Steve's pellet mill that burned in May, so we nosed around there, too.
Thus, another set of pictures that's a little bit like Kim Jong Un Looking At Things.
|The boxy building in the center is where the pelleting machine will be. And just so you know, two people are watching us from the highest window in the warehouse, way back there against the blue sky.|
|Here they were lifting a beam into place. There's a special emphasis on metal and other fire-resistant materials in this building project.|
|This reminds me of something at Cape Canaveral but it's actually another shot of the pellet-making building.|
|Inspecting a pile of screenings.|
|Here Dad is back in our warehouse, inspecting the grass seed. The pallets are sitting around like islands because the bags just got tagged, and they're waiting to get stretch-wrapped.|
|Ben and Amanda are up in the highest window on the right side, waving at Grandpa and getting very dusty.|
|Fred was exploring the bagging area where he spent many hours in 1997.|
And then it suddenly worked to have Dad here.
If we had had too much time to over-think it, I'm not sure it would have happened. But we said yes, let's do this, and then we did it, and it all worked out astonishingly well.
Dad was very grateful to us for "taking care of him," as he put it.
I am so glad we could and did.
|How many 97-year-olds do you know who are eager to travel a few thousand miles in a semi truck?|
|There they go.|
[I served spaghetti and broccoli and muffins for supper.]
Fred: Do you buy muffins from strangers?
Me: Ummm, I don't know. I don't think so.
Fred: Oh, so you DO know the muffin man!
[Poor Fred. I am terrible at tracking his offbeat humor.]