Poor Farm

First road bike ride today. Headed right for hill country straight downwind, and fought it all the way back. Yea, maybe that is backwards. Got stood up a few times and out in the bare fields even was sand blasted by a couple of gusts kicking up dirt. Made it. Also first smashed turtles on the road, first dandelions and first lawnmower.

Rode past an old, curious cemetery about a mile north of Lake Emily. One marker and one monument. Alone in the midst of a 1/2 acre of mowed ground. It's a 1930's cemetery for a poor farm located in that area. I thought of those souls growing their own food, scratching out a living, no prospects. Hopefully also enjoying themselves from time-to-time. I felt more connected with those folks than I have before.

Brother-in-law Bill works with Sumitomo, making industrial drills. He had to lay off five people yesterday. We're hoping for a turn soon. And trying to enjoy ourselves from time-to-time.