Would a rose by another name still smell?

It was just brought to my attention that Weedeater is the brand name of a particular type of string trimmer and not an action verb. It's ok to say I need to weedeat my garden, for example. Or, tomorrow I'll need to do some weedeating. But what about yesterday? I weed-ate the front flowerbed just doesn't work. Neither does weedeated. Instead I've been avoiding the whole issue by another comment: Tony loves to weedeat and he sure has been keeping the yard looking nice. That works for me!

It's important what you call things. The right name makes all the difference. I can remember that my mom, who loved to dance, wouldn't dance with a really cute guy because his last name was Junk! Praise God I didn't have Lynn Junk to overcome!

This brings me to Funtime RV from whom we bought our trailer. We left the awning rolled out on the trailer last night so I went out this morning after all that rain we had to retract it. It worked fine but was too wet to leave rolled up so I extended it again and left it out all day to dry. This evening when I went out again to retract it, it didn't retract. When I pressed the button, nothing happened. (I'm a big one on things working when you press the button.) That's the problem that the Funtime folks were supposed to have fixed during the three weeks they had it sitting on their lot and we're not really excited about hauling it clear to the other side of Tualatin yet again. So I find myself asking myself, and now you, where's the fun in Funtime? Perhaps they should have called it Floyd's RV - there's no great expectations there.

Hatari

I was so excited to find Hatari even if it was a video at a garage sale today. I started humming the Baby Elephant March. I love that music. HOWEVER, my joy has turned to sadness to discover that the video was stored somewhere where it drew moisture and has molded into a solid chuck of unplayable tape. If it was me, I'd give me my money back. Hope they feel the same way.

It's too much to catch up with the past two months but a quick recap: Mark Douglas Meyer arrived on May 17th; trailer trip to Vancouver WA for the occasion; another trailer trip to watch the Rose Fleet departure and east to Pendleton, Heppner, Rufus and back; home for a few days then a car trip to Sacramento for the Masters World Track & Field Championships, Yosemite, Reno to see Michael, Sunriver to see Patsy, hit the Goodwill, quilt shop and a pawn shop! Home again for a while.

Fun stuff to do at Gram and Pa's

Mark's joined the family.

Joyce Taylor at the World's in Sacramento.

We watched athletes from 35 to 92 competing. That 92 year-old gal who threw the javelin was something else!

Pops at the River is more than just the Reno Philharmonic playing by the Truckee.