This blurb is not a MyStory but my UncleHu's story ...

Gran'maBelle had 5 young boys to feed ... she took their lunch to them at school. Since it was during the Depression, sometimes they would have potato sandwiches ... the other kids were envious 'cause the Bell boys were getting a hot lunch.

Times are not tough for me, but I made-up my own recipe for a hot potato sandwich - using either hash brown or mashed potatoes - shallow-fry a latka (potato pancake) with flour & egg to help hold it together, then serve on a yeast roll or muffin or thick slices of toasted sourdough or rye bread.  I'm sure Gran'ma Belle did what she could to fancify it for the boys, so I add cheese with either bacon or sausage, too ... bon appetit  ... 

The master bath (& bedroom) is mostly unused, I was weighing myself when I thought I ought to run water thru the drains to fill the traps since the toilet bowl was low (in the winter I antifreeze them), to my surprise there was a frog under the seat, like pictured above, but not as colorful. By the way, this bathroom's decor/theme is cutsy frog.

 I set him free, outside, where he may find his way back thru the sewer.  SO, what next ??? Snakes!

PostScript:  Urban tales tell of exotic snakes & alligators, but in this part of the country it's more likely to be snapping turtles.

Sproing

Wisteria

~Best in show~

Also the honeysuckle & Gus the magnolia made an effort to bloom; otherwise, it has been a "Silent Spring".

Six-Niner-Romeo

The soaring club's Schweizer training glider - in it I soloed and got my glider rating. In it I never soared with eagles, but flew ridge lift with hawks - even spooked  and "chased" a deer on the ridge top.   My last flight in 69R was a ride with a friend  - a quick aero-tow to the ridge & back seeking lift, but not a bump; however, upon landing we learned of the excitement - there had been a earthquake while we were up-in-the-air.  (Note:  the earthquake epicenter was just NNE of the airport where the powers-that-be later put Jordanelle dam & reservoir - no fault was going to stop them.)
 The soaring club also had a single-seat sailplane (Cherokee II RM) which tried to put the fear of flying in me. In a spin, a wing would suddenly drop, flip upside-down, then nose to ground, but neutralize controls and it would just as suddenly return to normal flight. Then there was once I went red-line airspeed in clear air turbulence - realization: I was more afraid of the parachute on my back (it simply served as the seat back cushion).

25th plus 10

Valentines Day 10 years ago was our 25th wedding anniversary. Previously Joelyn said she wanted to do something special for our 25th - celebration, vacation, etc.; I wasn't keen on the idea.
That Valentines Day morning, I took Joelyn to her regularly scheduled, on-going appointment with her oncologist who wasn't aware it was our anniversary. This was the day Dr Regina referred Joelyn to hospice ... mid-day hospice was at our house with a complete support system:  scheduling nursing & an aide and a hospital bed & oxygen was delivered. That day was special, all right; especially since I still cannot believe I was married for 25 years.