Hail

A couple of days ago, a big storm moved through and dumped a lot of hail on Highlands. It looked like it had been snowing, and that evening when we drove into town, it was 56 degrees.

William had fun scooping it up, and at last count, we have seven cups of the icy marbles in our freezer.

Camp Dewar

Jimmy and I had our 6-year-old grandson William staying with us for a week while he attended the day camp at Highlands Country Club. We had a ball, but caring for a small child for that long can be rigorous if you're not used to it: after Rosey and Pat picked him up yesterday, we crashed, and Jimmy slept for thirteen hours.