Dragonfly toes. My Sissy Sandi found this poor fellow stuck in the window at Les Schwab's in Mt. Shasta. She told me about it, I took a photo of it in the window, then put my foot near it. It climbed right onto my toe and I was able to walk carefully to the door, open the door and away it flew to freedom. It was freakin' huge!

Our trip to California with Mom and Dad was stressful. On the way down, just outside the town of Mt. Shasta, the car's brake rotor froze. We made it to the rest area, and as luck would have it, a Les Schwab worker was there in their fix it truck. He checked the tires, determined it wasn't a flat (duh!) but couldn't figure out what was wrong with the car. He gave us directions to the shop and told Sandi to drive slowly and carefully. We get to the shop, and that's when they discover the rotor had frozen. They called a local business man, who owns some of the hotel/motels in the area to come and get us and take us to one of his places. We'd have to spend the night since it was close to closing hours. After dinner, Mom laid down on the bed and started having a burning in her chest. 911 was called and she was taken to the ER. Praise God! It was only acid reflux and not a heart attack! The hotel owner had left us his van for the night "just in case" we needed it. He was our Angel! The next day, after Sandi called Les Schwab 3 times to find out about the car - it was fixed and the person they sent to pick her up to go get the car never showed up at the hotel! - the 3rd time the office manager left the shop and came to get Sandi. We packed up the car and off to Black Bear Restaurant for a very late breakfast! We finally made it to Aunt Billie's and were able to finally get some rest. Not much, but some. We had good visits with Aunt Marian, Cousin Ron, Cousin Anna, Aunt Pauline, and Little Joseph. We always have a good time with Aunt Billie! Got to see Uncle Jose and that was very nice. He's still working hard on the ranch. Harder now that the owner passed away and the son is trying to run the place. The son doesn't know what he's doing or how to run the ranch and is creating more work for everyone.

Not much else to report at this time! I'm soon going to be packing my bags again to visit my Bestest Friend, Shelley, in West Virginia. This is going to be a blast!

Big Squishy Hugs!