Last
Tuesday midmorning it was 49°, and, according to one of my weather apps, would soon
be raining. When I went out to hang the
bird feeders, there were so many birds singing!
There was one I didn’t recognize, so I grabbed my tablet and turned on
the Merlin Bird ID app. In two minutes
flat, it had identified a dozen birds: Common
grackle, Eurasian collared dove, American robin, Brown-headed cowbird,
Baltimore oriole, White-crowned sparrow, House sparrow, House finch, Mourning
dove, European starling, Blue jay, and Chipping sparrow.
I saw
American goldfinches, too, but they were busy eating, and not singing at the
moment. And the one I didn’t recognize? It was the Brown-headed cowbird! I thought I knew what they sounded like. Turns out, they make a lot more sounds than I
realized! There’s the melodic ‘water-drop’
call I know – but they
also make a sizzling, metallic noise, and a series of sharp buzzes.
Just like many blackbirds, they puff up
their feathers and stick out their wings when making their songs and calls. (Photo from Oregon Birding Association)
Here’s a photo of a Common grackle displaying
as it calls, taken by Matthew Filosa, an award-winning Audubon photographer.
You know, I’ve used Cornell’s All
About Birds website for many years – since right around the time it began, in
2003. And I had recently noticed the
Merlin Bird ID app it offers, but hadn’t tried it, for some unknown reason. 😏 I’ve often listened to the many recordings of
birds on that website, but somehow missed those of the Brown-headed cowbird. Most birds have a lot more than one song in
their repertoire!
A few days ago, Hester sent pictures of Keira
wearing the cap we gave her, all decorated with the beads and jewels that came
with it.
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“Keira
loves her cap!” wrote Hester. “She had
so much fun decorating it. ☺️”
“Oh, that’s cute!” I responded. “She did a really neat job of it. Now I want one!”
Several friends
and I were discussing our husbands’ hobbies.
Some like to cook; some enjoy gardening, and others do carpentry. Larry’s hobby, it seems, is standing directly
in line with the exhaust from any of his numerous vehicles, motorcycles, and
other equipment, whether gas or diesel. Or
just spilling the stuff on himself.
Tuesday, I
walked out of a bathroom that smelled of my recently-used shampoo, bath gel,
lotion, and powder, along with the faint aroma of April Fresh Tide pods and
Downy Paradise scent beads from the towels I’d washed the previous day –
straight into a kitchen and living room that reeked of gas.
Larry was
standing at the counter making a pot of coffee. I have high sensitivity to such smells (not
coffee, you understand; gas, diesel, and oil!), so, in my politest wifey tone,
I cried, “AAAAAAAAA!!! You’ve stunk up
the whole house!”
He
hurriedly started opening windows and patio door, turning on an overhead fan,
while I opened the front door. He
finished the coffee and fled, and soon the place was aired out again.
In a few
minutes, he came back for a cup of coffee, collected it in record time, and
fled again, laughing as he went because I asked, “How did you manage to wallow
in that stuff this early in the morning?!”
Here are the lyrics to a song Keith and
Hannah sang Sunday night, September 13, 1992, the night before my father died. Keith sang high tenor at that age; Hannah
sang the lower soprano. Hannah mentioned
the song to me, and my blind friend Penny found the recording when I asked. It’s a terrible recording, but I love it just
the same, even though it brought a tear or two to my eye. Sure wish we had a good recording. I turned on my little DOSS speaker, and was
able to hear it fairly well.
You Can Have a Song in Your Heart at Night
1. You can have a melody
down in your heart
When it’s aching, almost breaking;
Even though the sorrows make the teardrops start,
You
can have a melody down in your heart.
Chorus
You can have a song in your heart in the night;
After every trial; after every mile;
Anyone can sing when the sun’s shining bright;
But
you need a song in your heart at night.
2.
Do not let the worries drive your song away
Though tomorrow brings its sorrow;
Just remember after nighttime comes the day;
Do
not let your worries drive the sun away!
3.
Soon the night will pass and morning brings the day;
I am longing for the dawning!
Until then, I’ll labor here and watch and pray;
Soon
the night will pass, and morning brings the day!
Hannah found a YouTube video of a pretty lady
named Martha Reed Garvin singing and playing the song: You Can Have a Song in Your
Heart at Night
I sent both recordings to Keith, who soon
replied, “Whew,
that hurts my throat to try and sing that high even in falsetto.”
Keith was singing bass by the time he
was in his later teens.
“Though it’s a bad recording,” I
remarked, “at least I can hear the piano playing. I hardly have any recordings of me playing the
piano.”
Keith asked if arthritis bothers me
when I play the piano.
“Not too much, really,” I told him. “Mostly, I try to ignore it. Keep moving... exercise... eat properly – and
slather on Old Goat spray pain reliever when necessary. 😅 I have a whole volley of topical analgesics
to choose from: IcyHot, Pain-A-Trate,
Soothanol, Absorbine Jr., etc.”
“😬😲 Goat spray!???”
he responded.
“I thought the name was so funny, I once
got a bunch of bottles and gave them away to various people,” I answered. “I should send you some; it’s good stuff.”
I hunted for it. “Hmmm... it’s not on Amazon. Maybe I got it from Vermont Country Store –
probably at the same time I got Spring Chicken Rub. It’s good, too, but not as strong. It has a nice fragrance. A little bit pepperminty, but not too much. I originally got one of each because I
thought it was funny – and then it turned out both products were good. One year, partly for the fun of it and partly
because it’s good stuff, I gave some of the men in the family Old Goat spray,
and the women, Spring Chicken rub (sounds like something you’d marinate chicken
with, heh). Uncle John (my late brother-in-law)
snorted when he opened his – and then Aunt Lura Kay (my late sister) opened
hers, and when he saw that, he burst out laughing.”
Since Keith, too, has arthritis, and
Korrine has had back surgery last year and ankle surgery in February, I placed
orders for both Spring Chicken Muscle Rub, which I found on Amazon, and Old
Goat Soothing Relief spray, which was indeed from Vermont Country Store, while
we were chatting. When I typed ‘Spring
Chicken Rub’ into Vermont Country Store’s search, they thought I wanted their
Old-Fashioned Canned Chicken. 😅
“Be sure to explain to Korrine what
this is all about!” I said to Keith.
“Tell her it’s a late Easter present.
You know, baby chicks, and such.
ha” (He knows what I think about
correlating chicks and bunnies and bunny eggs with Easter.) “The Spring Chicken will come clucking into
your mailbox a long time before the Old Goat saunters in,” I added.
He forgot to tell her. The Spring Chicken Rub arrived Friday,
addressed to Korrine, quite without warning.
😆 So he pulled our
conversation back up, showed her, and explained.
For supper that night, we had venison,
potatoes, carrots, and onion, cooked in the Instant Pot. Mmmmm, everything is so tender and tasty, in
that Pot. It was so worth the money.
I got up early Wednesday morning and
got all ready to go outside to work in the flower gardens – and discovered it
was only 39°. So... after refilling and
rehanging the bird feeders, I went and took a nice hot shower, instead. Then, after shining the bathroom back up, I made
myself a tall mug of Lazy Bear cold brew, played the piano, blow-dried my hair,
and listened to the news on my tablet while curling my hair and answering/writing
posts/email/texts.
I had drained the cold brew jug and
needed to make more. The bag of Lazy
Bear coffee beans was gone. What kind
of beans are in the next bag? I wondered.
I ate some breakfast and then pulled
the next bag of coffee beans from the freezer:
Blackberry Cobbler Pie, a new flavor for us. If the coffee tasted as good as those beans
smelled, it was going to be good!
I had a bit of housecleaning to do –
why is this house always so dusty?! I
think the Sandman comes along each night, finds no children in whose eyes to
sprinkle magic dust, and just throws nonmagical dust all over the place in fits
of pique. Anyway, it didn’t take long,
and then I was back to working on photos. Here’s one of the hundreds of pretty farms we
saw in Wisconsin.
Later that morning, Victoria sent ultrasound
pictures, writing, “Baby smiled twice while we were looking at the ultrasound
this morning. 😍”
Amazing what can be seen with
ultrasounds. I never had one.
“Do you see a bit of a resemblance to
the Swiney side of the family in the smiling picture?” Victoria asked.
“Yes,” I answered, “a bit like Joseph.”
“That was exactly who I was thinking
of,” she responded.
I sent a picture of him at just one
day old, and two more of him at 2 ½ months.
“Yes, I can see the resemblance!” said
Victoria.
Joseph was born about a week and a
half early. Even that small time makes a
difference, in a newborn. By the time he
was a month old, he’d caught up.
Victoria sent a shot of little Arnold, who’d
fallen asleep in his car seat before she could get back home again from taking
the girls back to school after lunch.
“Poor little sleepy boy,” I
commiserated. “Does he stay asleep when you
carry him in to his bed?”
“Yep,” she answered, “if he hasn’t
slept for too long. I can usually
transfer him. ‘Too long’ for him usually
means more than 15 to 30 minutes, but sometimes he’s tired enough that even
that still is possible.”
“I don’t think I ever had a baby,
toddler, or small child with whom I could do that,” I told her. “Some of our teenagers, on the other hand,
could barely be aroused once we arrived home, and after they stumbled into the
house, they were asleep again almost before they got to their bedroom door.”
After church that evening, we picked up some
groceries – the order I’d placed a couple of days earlier for preserves. There had barely been enough for Larry’s
peanut butter and jelly sandwich that afternoon! Running out could be calamitous. One hates to see a grown man cry.
Thursday morning at 8:00 a.m., it was 45°, on
the way up to 71°, bright and sunny. We
were getting preparing to go to LensCrafters in Lincoln. When I get ready to go to such places, I
realize that I’m in bad need of nice casual clothes – and that’s been
the case for several years now. I have a
closet upstairs jam-packed with good clothes for church. I have deep shelves from floor to ceiling in
the main floor closet filled full of everyday clothes. But those everyday clothes are getting
threadbare, and I like to look nice when I visit the eye doctor, travel hither
and yon, go shopping, etc. (Nope, I don’t
wear pjs to Walmart.)
Larry, too, needs some dress shirts and
everyday shirts; he’s ready to discard most of his old ratty work shirts with
the Walker company insignia on them. We
planned to visit a Goodwill store while we were in Lincoln.
My breakfast that morning was half a
blueberry bagel, toasted, generously buttered, and with red raspberry jam on
it. After that, I put a stick of chewing
gum in my mouth, in order to get the seeds out of my teeth. Walmart had substituted ‘Seedless’ for ‘Seeds
and All’! 😅 Good thing I noticed before I put it
on one of Larry’s sandwiches. Seeds and
dentures don’t mix.
Directly I had ready to go two thermal
mugs of hot coffee in Blackberry Cobbler Pie flavor, a mug of cold brew in the
same flavor, and a mug of Strawberry Mango Celsius. Camera case ready, check; purse with phone,
check; extra pair of walking shoes, check. I took my tablet, too; that’s what I use for
GPS, as it’s a whole lot easier to see than my smallish phone.
Then off we went to LensCrafters.
We got there 25 minutes early. Astonishing.
I spent the time picking out frames.
I spotted some I really liked and pulled them
from the display rack.
$425.
😲
I put them back (carefully!) and looked for a
different brand.
I tried my best to choose frames that weren’t
too awfully expensive. But the lenses I
need throw the price right over the top. 😐
I had the frames I wanted all picked out by
the time the eye doctor was ready to see me.
My craft glasses are 3 years old, my regular
glasses are 5 ½ years old, and my sunglasses are... ? 10? 12? years old. My prescription has changed, so I really
needed new glasses. Insurance for eye
care, for us, at least, costs more than we actually spend for glasses; so we
didn’t add that policy to our plan.
My new glasses will be ready in 5-7 days – my
usual progressive-lens glasses, craft glasses with focus approximately at fingertip,
and progressive-lens sunglasses. Not
cheap. 😬
We then went to Harbor Freight, and next the
Goodwill, where we both found a number of nice clothing items. I got this large, heavy candle holder that I’ll
save for Hester for her birthday. It can
hold a column or taper candle. I got a four-inch-tall
battery-powered column candle to go with it.
The bottom is scuffed and may have had a
piece of felt glued to it at one time, so I cannot see any name; but I believe
this to be a piece of Claude Duperron iridescent glass. If so, it’s worth at least $250, and possibly
quite a lot more. It had a tag of $9.99
on it. I spotted it in a display case
the moment I walked in the door, and knew it was something fairly unusual and
probably worth something, though I’ve done very little research into such
things.
We popped into the Bernina Sewing
Store to shock ourselves over the price of Bernina longarm machines. We admired them... and purchased nothing.
It was a good thing we had not yet
left Lincoln, because an hour after departing LensCrafters, the sales associate
called to tell me that the lens needed for the prescription for my craft
glasses would not work in the frame I had picked out.
We returned, and I chose another pair
of frames. Somehow, I managed to pick
some that were the exact same price as the first pair.
After leaving Lincoln, we drove to the
Runza restaurant in Wahoo, where Larry ordered a sandwich of some sort, with
Frings on the side, and I got a Sweet Berry Chicken Salad with grilled chicken,
dried cranberries, walnuts, poppyseed dressing, and no feta cheese, thank
you very much. Then we headed for
Czechland Lake just north of the village of Prague, population 291, Larry
munching French fries as we drove. He
was generous enough to give me three of his four onion rings. (I don’t like French fries.)
It was a nice day for a drive.
At the Czechland Lake and Recreation
Area, we carried our food to a shelter in the woods not far from the edge of
the lake, taking along my tablet, the better to use the Merlin Bird ID
app. I turned it on and laid it on the
picnic table.
Wow, in about 5 minutes, the Merlin
app had identified all these birds:
1.
Ring-necked pheasant
2.
Baltimore oriole
3.
Orchard oriole
4.
Common yellowthroat
5.
American goldfinch
6.
Chipping sparrow
7.
House finch
8.
Spotted sandpiper
9.
Palm warbler
10.
Northern flicker
11.
Cedar waxwing
12.
Northern yellow warbler
13.
Red-winged blackbird
14.
Northern cardinal
15.
American robin
16.
Mourning dove
17.
Common grackle
18.
Eastern meadowlark
19.
Yellow-rumped warbler
20.
Rose-breasted grosbeak
21.
Blue jay
22.
Eurasian collared dove
23.
White-throated sparrow
24.
Northern house wren
25.
House sparrow
26.
European starling
27.
Canada goose
28.
Mallard duck
We sat and ate quietly, and quite a
lot of those birds came right to the trees next to the shelter. Cedar waxwings perched on branches nearby and
sang and chirped. I haven’t seen Cedar
waxwings for a long time. I probably would not have noticed them or
realized what they were, had it not been for the Merlin app. They were too far away, and it was getting
too dark, for me to get a picture. (Photo
by Brett Swain for the Indiana Land Trust)
As we were leaving, two deer crossed
the main road and then stood and looked at us from the opposite bank.
“Wait!” I exclaimed, grabbing my big
lens.
But Larry, thinking to intercept them,
quickly turned onto the gravel road that led into the campground area.
We never saw those deer again. 😅
Friday, I discovered, in looking at my
receipt from the Goodwill, that I’d gotten the candlestick at half price – only
$4.99!
Since the items we got all look like new or
really are new, I looked up new prices and compared them to the prices
we paid. Regular price for my clothing:
$350.32. We paid $70.90. Regular price for Larry’s clothing: $298.99 (because he got a brand new
hand-tooled leather belt worth $100, for which he paid $9.99). We paid $44.93. Add the $250 for the vase (low price – it
could be worth $700), and the value of all our things is $1,099.31. We paid a grand total of $120.82.
When my tally didn’t jibe with the
receipt, I took a closer look – and that’s when I realized that I’d gotten that
candle holder for only $4.99 – they’d given me $5 off their usual price.
I’m quite pleased with all these
bargains.
Upon bragging on all this to one of
our distant cousins, she remarked, “I am sure you can catch a bargain if you
are at the store at the right time. I’ve
heard that something isn’t a bargain if you don’t need it. I have a lot of bargains I thought I needed at
the time.” hee hee
“Quite true!” I agreed, then added, “We
went there looking for things we needed, and were pleased to find them.”
I didn’t find the skirts I needed,
though, so Friday I did a little shopping on eBay and bought several. They cost more on eBay than at a thrift store,
but not as much as if I went to a regular store.
We had breaded pollock and Mediterranean
vegetables for supper that evening, along with cottage cheese, plums, and
strawberry-kiwi juice. We had Chobani
Flip yogurt for dessert.
Saturday was a pretty day, getting up to a
high of 75°. That morning when I
refilled the bird feeders, in addition to the usual suspects, there were also a
Northern bobwhite and a Northern mockingbird. I grabbed my tablet and turned on the Merlin
Bird ID app – and in the 3(+/-) minutes it took me to fill the sunflower seed
feeders and the suet feeder, it recorded 13 different birds. The Baltimore orioles were doing their bestest
to drown out all the other birds, as they’ve been doing every morning for the
last month or so.
Here’s the picture of the Northern
bobwhite from All About Birds on the Merlin app.
It was
National Lost Sock Memorial Day that day.
When the
kids were still at home, they’d all help out with the laundry. Hannah once put one of 15-year-old Keith’s
socks with a color-matched sock of 2-year-old Caleb’s. This caused great hilarity amongst the
natives when Caleb innocently attempted to wear this set and Keith reciprocated
by putting his set on, big sock on one foot and little sock on the big
toe of the other foot.
There was
always bound to be at least two sets of similarly mismatched socks in every
load of laundry thereafter, compliments of that day’s laundress/laundryman.
One more
sock story:
Once upon
a time, when Victoria was about three months old, I was dressing her, and
Caleb, age 3 ½, stood nearby watching, talking to his little sister, and
laughing with delight when she grinned at him.
As I put a
little pink sock on a plump little foot, I said, “Don’t babies have the cutest
feet?”
“Yes,” Caleb
agreed, smiling fondly at his baby sister. Then, evidently feeling a mite left out, he
said, “I have cute feet, too.”
He looked
down at his feet as he spoke, considered them in mild surprise, then added, “Especially
when my socks are off.”
Now, I
generally made it a habit to never laugh at my children, but I couldn’t help
it; I burst out laughing.
Here are a couple
of houses we drove by in Lincoln. Houses
intrigue me. I like the variety, and find
it interesting to see how styles change through different parts of the country. Sometimes
when I spot an especially nice or unique home, I can find it online and see
what the interior looks like, too.
A Northern
bobwhite was letting its presence be known again yesterday morning.
They are
sometimes hard to see, as they like fence rows with tall weeds and other places
where they are camouflaged. Their calls
are one sure way to know if bobwhites are around. The call is quite recognizable, as they sing
their own name: “Bob WHITE! Bob WHITE!” The fun thing is, you can whistle back, and
they’ll answer you. One kept up a
whistling conversation with me for at least an hour and a half one day last
year while I worked in my gardens. Northern
Bobwhite Sounds
My cousin Fred
sent me a picture of this T-shirt:
Saturday evening, Hannah texted me from my niece Christine’s land near the Loup River and the lake where we have our church picnics. She, too, has downloaded the Merlin app, and it was picking up all kinds of birds, including Blue-headed vireo, Gray catbird, Belted kingfisher, Red-headed woodpecker, Red-bellied woodpecker, Mourning dove, Greater yellowlegs, Eastern kingbird, Northern mockingbird, Common yellowthroat, American robin, Killdeer, Northern cardinal, American goldfinch, Cormorant, Osprey, Bald eagle, and Red-tailed hawk. She got a video of a Bald eagle chasing an Osprey, which was making worried chirping noises as it flew, as the eagle is the faster, more powerful flyer. And then a Red-tailed hawk came flying out of a nearby tree as if to join the fracas. Maybe he mistakenly thought the Osprey was heckling the Bald eagle, trying to chase it away as smaller birds often do – but when he discovered it was the eagle hot on the tail of the osprey, he soared himself off Stage Left and kept to a slightly safer territory.
Here’s a picture Hannah took of Double-crested
cormorants. Cormorants are fun to watch. They seem so clumsy, walking on dry land,
what with their legs set so far back on their large bodies; but they can swim
like penguins. They hunt underwater,
often diving to depths of 150 feet or more. They use their strong, webbed feet for
propulsion, and their wings for steering, in order to catch fish.
This image, entitled ‘Cormorant
Diving’, features a Double-crested cormorant hunting fish in Los Islotes,
Mexico. It was taken by Joanna Lentini
and was the Grand Prize winner of the 2020 Audubon Photography Award.
Dorcas
called to wish me Happy Mother’s Day. She’d
been cutting flowers from her garden – roses and coreopsis, this time – and putting
them into vases to sell at her farm stand.
She sells produce and some of her crocheting at her stand, too.
Larry
spent part of the day cutting down a couple of fairly large dead trees on our
property, including one Victoria used to enjoy climbing up and sitting in to
read a book. The branch that veered
straight outwards, making a nice seating area, had met up with another branch
that came up from below, and they had somehow spliced themselves together and
become one branch!
He still
has a lot of trees to cut down. Many are
small volunteer trees; others are dead ones.
We have a lot of trees.
That
evening after supper, Larry went to town to get us Royal New York Cheesecake
Blizzards at Dairy Queen. (Not what I
needed, to be honest. But it sure was good!)
Sunday
morning at a quarter ’til 8, it was 42°, on the way up to a sunny 74°. I was blow-drying my hair and sipping
Blackberry Cobbler Pie cold-brew coffee. Mmmmm, this is now one of my favorite flavors.
There was an American robin pecking away at the suet, a Blue jay making a soft, warbling sound, and a Harris’ sparrow making a hoarse, screeching noise. The birds were mixed up! 😆
Meanwhile, the Baltimore oriole was warbling
louder than all the other birds combined.
I pulled
out one of my favorite corsages – a silk one that Hannah made for me a couple
of years ago. Everybody always thinks
it’s real – and in fact so did I, when she first gave it to me. It has creamy-colored roses with the edges of
the petals tinted mauve, a pink and a mauve bud, along with little pink
primroses and white baby’s breath. The
leaves look real, too.
I wore a
black satin jacquard jacket, so the corsage would really show up.
And then,
with all the concern over the corsage and the right jacket to wear, I forgot to
put on my rings! 🙄
For last
night’s service, going with ‘matching’ instead of ‘contrasting’ with the
corsage, I wore a light tan suit jacket with a brown, mauve, and dark purple
skirt. And I remembered to put on my
rings. 😏
Victoria sent a video of Willie singing this
little song:
Though I’m just a tiny tot,
I would like to tell you what:
I love Jesus; He loves me,
Though I’m just a tiny tot!
Willie is just four, but he sings
right on tune. It’s so cute to hear him
sing. Here’s a clip of Helen Barth, ‘The
Singing Lady’, singing the song with her daughter, Sharon Joy. I learned to sing alto, listening to Helen
Barth and Al Smith when I was little. Though I’m Just A Tiny Tot
I sent another clip of Helen Barth to
Victoria, this song called, When My Cup Runneth
Over with Joy. I told Victoria,
“You once sang this song as When My Cup Runneth Over with Milk.” 😅
When I was about 14 or 15, I once
inadvertently sang to my little Sunday School class, “Jesus loves the little
children, all the children of the world; red and yellow, green and white!...”
The older children’s eyes got a little
wider. The younger ones took it in
stride. Fisher Price people, and all
that.
Andrew and Hester gave me two vintage
brooches and a lacy coral scarf for Mother's Day, along with some cherry-rhubarb
crisps Hester had made. We got some
Breyer’s Extra Creamy vanilla ice cream after church last night to go with the
crisps. Mmmmm. I love rhubarb.
Kurt and Victoria gave me a beautiful teacup
that coincidentally matches the teapot they gave me several years ago, even
though they’re made by different companies, along with a tin of Toffee
Chocolate Hazelnut tea (containing those pyramid sachets that brew better), a pretty
mint-green towel with lace on the edge, and a plaster of Paris round with
raised flower petals that Willie painted.
Keith and Korrine sent a gift card for
Cracker Barrel. We enjoy eating there. Maybe we’ll use it when we go pick up my
glasses in a week or so.
Below is a candle – a candle! – that
Bobby and Hannah gave me. It’s making
the whole living room smell good. And
no, I will not be burning it!
It was a pretty day today, with a sunny high
of 86°.
Levi and Hannah came visiting this afternoon,
Levi to tune up a few strings in my piano, and Hannah to bring me a bottles and a tubes of Magnesium from the Jordan
Essentials company whose products Hannah sells.
They are both topical analgesics, one in stick form (sort of like the
texture of a deodorant stick, only smoother), the other an essential oil. I’m hoping they’ll help my feet feel better;
I strained them hiking around a lake a couple of weeks ago, and my big toes
periodically pretend to have gout.
We had orange chicken and rice with vegetables for supper, and more of
Hester’s cherry-rhubarb crisps with extra-creamy vanilla ice cream for dessert.
Time to retire to my recliner with a cup of
that yummy tea from Kurt and Victoria and family.
,,,>^..^<,,, Sarah Lynn ,,,>^..^<,,,
