I got to thinking that I'm going to have lots of kid conversation once I get back to San Francisco, so I called some friends to invite them to happy hour at my house last night. We had a nice group of about 15 gathered on the patio and had drinks and lots of yummy appetizers and especially, lots of good conversation. Parties around here happen early in the evening and are all done by about 7 pm. I was cleaning up the kitchen at 7:20. Pat and Roger brought Louie and we got so many compliments on what well behaved dogs we had. It was fun and I'm going to miss my good friends and will look forward to hanging out with all of them again soon.
Just as I was waking up this morning, I got a text telling me that Randy and Ron's step-father, Art Shackelton passed away during the night. Now there is a man that I have total respect for - he set the example of just plain being a good man his whole life. With 7 children of their own, he and his wife, Barb, took in my 2 brothers as foster children and raised them as their own. They worked weekends and holidays as a family to build a beautiful log home on the Wisconsin River near Mazomanie. Barb was fascinated with history and they were both involved in the local historical society and her yard was filled with native wildflowers. She passed away in 1998. After Art retired from the State Patrol, he spent his retirement years traveling in a motorhome and then traveling by plane to Europe and around the US. I always loved visiting with both of them and their whole family. Rest in Peace, dear Art - and thanks for all you have done for my siblings through the years.
Other than having to leave the house to get a haircut this morning, I spent the day getting ready for my trip - doing laundry, cleaning out the fridge, giving Frisco a bath, and taking him for a nice, long walk. I'm going to miss him and so appreciate that Pat and Rog are willing to stay here and keep him for the next 6 weeks.
Thursday, January 30. My morning has been nonstop, as I didn't even start packing my bag until after I had my coffee. In spite of that, just the act of setting things out let Frisco know that something was up. Poor guy. I feel bad about leaving him and am so thankful that Pat and Rog are willing to keep him for me. He is in good hands and has his buddy, Louie to hang out with.