This was a bitter/sweet weekend. Friday night Kathy brought our two great-grandchildren with her getting here about 5:30. We got to visit with them and Lou went to bed befor Keith, Jim and Mandy came in after they got off work. Kathy got off Friday because school had the day off for Fiesta. That is a big event in SA.

We enjoyed the great-grandsons. Christopher immediately went to the toy storage to retrieve the mousetrap game that he sets up and works the ball that drops to activate all the mechanisms. One piece is missing, but he moves the metal ball around to make the man jump in the pool and drop the trap on the mice. Brent is not yet three and knows his numbers and the alphabet. He came in wearing a beatup straw cowboy hat and his cowboy boots and was pleased when I went to church this morning wearing my black cowboy boots and a straw cowboy hat.

Saturday Keith and Jim worked on my yard with mowers. Keith even found a copperhead to show to his grandsons to warn them about snakes. Kathy did her usual culinary bit for breakfast and lunch.

Then the bitter call came when Mark Kite's wife, Madge, called to say that Mark was now at home in hospice care and she didn't expect him to live through the night. Sunday morning we got a call from our son, Mark, saying that Mark Kite had died this morning. We don't know what the funeral arrangements will be.

I taught my Sunday School class this morning and went to church. Kathy had made roast beef and special potatoes for lunch. Lou has had her appetite restored and is enjoying the good meals. She gets really hungry but quickly filled. She has been taking walks and feeling a lot better. Still has back pain, but that seems to be a problem with 80% of the population.