To make the weekend even better, my son Larry and granddaughter Taylor came up on Friday evening. After the guys were done, Larry and I went down to the goat barn. Any project down there is a two-man job. Larry didn't believe me until he got up on the roof and the goats either climbed the ladder to join him or knocked it over, leaving him stranded. With me standing guard (I'm good at that) over the girls, Larry sealed all the leaks that had sprung during the winter rains and cut limbs from the oak that were rubbing on the roof. Larry also crossed another couple of items off the To-Do List while he was here.
As I've mentioned before, when guests arrive, they are ensconced in the "computer room," and I don't have access. This is especially so when Taylor visits. Taylor is autistic and, while she doesn't speak, she makes her likes, dislikes, wants and don't wants very clear. This room is her room and visitors are not welcome. I've been escorted to the door in the past. Since Larry made a spur-of-the-moment decision to come up, I didn't have an opportunity to forewarn that I wouldn't be writing on the blog. It is so very heartwarming that I've received a couple of calls, asking if I were all right. I am. And thank you for your caring hearts.