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Rained all day. Cold, wind East.
Chet and I finished up edging the flower beds.
Stopped in to see Eric on the way home from work and he has a case of chicken pox.
Ski, Betty, and Marty Hathaway went to the high school dance.
Shrimp Hathaway drove them over.
This has been a wonderful spring for any one that had time to hunt arrowheads. Plenty of hard rain to wash them out.
“To do so no more is the truest repentance.” Luther
Arrowheads Up the Hill 