OK Liz, I'll give this the annual update. We have had a much less hectic year. Less trips, fewer house projects and a very late summer.

We did have a great time visiting Laura and Phil in May. We surprised Laura by having Heather bring the twins. She hadn't seen Ashley and Alexis since they were babies. The girls informed us that Uncle Phil is "sweet" and "cute", I don't think he has been described as such for many years.

For the un-informed--that is the "Hook-em Horns" something you have to be a Texan to fully appreciate. Laura went to UTMB (University of Texas Medical Branch) for her Masters in Nursing and is now a Nurse Practitioner.

I flew with Heather and the girls to Texas and back home to Florida and enjoyed extra time with them and a few projects for Heather. Of Course!!

I was home about a week when it was time for our annual Grey Rider Bike Trip. Yosemite and Monterrey this year. Yosemite was very impressive but the bike riding sucked. Now Monterrey was something else. We rode up to Pebble Beach Golf Course on the 17 Mile Drive. Stunning views, polite drives (NO SHOULDERS), and free access to the golf course.

It was chilly riding by the ocean but a small price to pay for the views. I think next years trip will be back up to San Juan Island and a sweet little bed and breakfast we stayed at a couple of years ago. Right next door to Alice the Camel.

Since the bike trip we have been home with our noses to the grindstone. Chuck is working too hard, I'm hardly working (for $$) but really keeping the house, lawn and such from getting out of control.

The raspberries are going great guns with the blueberries a little behind schedule. I guesstimate we have gotten 5 gals of berries off of 1 yr old canes. Very happy with that.

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This is a pic of Kaylee and Grandma making Cranberry Salad at Aunt Laura and Uncle Phil's house at Thanksgiving time. Megan, Kaylee, Chuck and I went for a week and had a good visit.

So hopefully I will post more than once a year, but no promises. I'm still trying to understand the compulsion some people have to post every day. That would take more commitment than I possess. Kind of like writing in a journal every day/night.