MESSAGE:  I JUST WROTE THE BLOG FOR MONDAY JUNE 1ST.  PLEASE GO DOWN AND READ DAY 89.

I slept until almost 9:00 a.m.  Awesome.  It was like I caught up on the sleep I had lost the past few days of short nights.  But alas, it is late again and I have an early morning tomorrow.  So this will be an abbreviated  synopsis of my day.

Darrelyn had an appointment and was gone by the time I made it down for breakfast.  Don and I shared time at breakfast until she returned.  We ended  up talking and sharing and snacking and then decided that the best place to go here in Eugene was St. Vinney’s.  I guess it was more my decision.  It was about the nicest St. Vinney’s I have ever been to.  I think the reason was that when I walked in and looked to my right there was an entire library of books just waiting for me.  And wonder of wonders I found several.  I have been looking for out of print books by Norman Vincent Peale and I was able to buy several there.  What a great find.  If I never bought another book I don’t think I could possible finish all the books I currently own if I read straight through from now until I was 100.  But I just couldn’t resist.  Somehow I do get a lot of them read.

We then went to the Goodwill store.  Found another book!

Darrelyn drove us home, we picked up Don and then went out to eat.  We ate at a Mexican Restaurant and it was delicious.  I think I did more talking that eating but that was okay, I still ate enough.  I have thoroughly enjoyed my acquaintance with both Don and Darrelyn.  I wish I could have bet their son.  I thank you Don and Darrelyn for a wonderful stay in your lovely home.  And when I say lovely, I mean lovely.  It just had a very pleasant, homey, comfortable atmosphere with an artist’s flare.  I love all the art they have displayed.  Oh to be so organized!  Well, I’m retired now so I suspect (very suspiciously) that someday my house will be so organized again.  One time it was.

After the delicious dinner Don and Darrelyn drove me all around the campus of U of O.  And for those of you who may be as naive as I am, that stand for the University of Oregon.  It is an awesome campus.  Sort of like a city unto itself.  Beautiful buildings with lovely landscaping that seems to take up most of he city.  The sun was setting give that golden hour of sunlight which bathed the buildings in a warm golden hue.  Some of the buildings were so covered by the tall trees of many varieties that the light could not penetrate to the ground.  It was still light enough to see and all I saw was magnificent.  A big campus to cover.  Oh yes, I can’t forget this:  I saw the stadium where the Ducks play.  I never heard of the ducks before coming here but I am becoming educated.  I know the Ducks are a football team (oh I hope I got that right) and their colors are NOT ORANGE AND BLACK!  Please don’t ask me what their colors are because I have already forgotten.  I’m just glad I remembered the word FOOTBALL.  Please forgive me Darrelyn.  It only took me abut 10 or 20 years to remember who the Packers are.

Another late night because I talked too much.  So I’ll close before I write too much.  I have made a grave error on this trip.  I have yet to get a photo of the three of us together.  Don’t know if they will be awake in the morning before I leave so I may not have opportunity to do so.  I do hope it works out.  Will let you know tomorrow.

Goodnight everyone.  Okay Joyce, I haven’t proof read this blog or yesterday’s (which I just wrote before this one) so let me know where I can clean them up.  Thanks cousin.  I love you so much.  I will always remember your little routines and am impressed how you host all  your events.  You are awesome!

Goodnight!  1:08 a.m.

MY POEM IS UNWRITTEN

By The Dancing fingers of

Kathleen Martens

June 2, 2015

A day goes by faster than lightening

How it is so is sometimes frightening.

My blogs are written, thought all was done,

Time to go to sleep and have some fun!

Bu then I remembered with a sigh

My poem is unwritten, oh my, oh my!

So I set my fingers upon dancing keys

And say fingers, just speak for me.

Write the words that need to be said

So I can go and fall into my bed.

And so they did and now I may go

And this is my poem to you I show!