Our email service has been crippled up for two days now; our geek went to the dentist this morning and begged off coming to repair it for now. So we can receive, but we cannot send emails. Thank you for your mail; sorry we haven't responded. Today we are getting ready to go to Tucson. Want to make arrangements in Des Moines. Can't send an email to Adam and Kim. This morning Adam responded to yesterday's headline and all is right with the world.
Meanwhile, Harold Rolfsrud called from the oilfields of western North Dakota. No, not to report a strike, just that he and Marilyn MIGHT make it through Tucson this February after visiting Kelly in Alabama and relatives in Texas.
And he had a correction to the blog: the woman in the North Dakota picture of strong women with above average children that Stan could not identify is Megan, Douglas Rolfsrud's eldest; she's currently a student at NDSU. -- Sorry Megan.This morning, Kathleen spotted three turkeys walking around the house. Stan ran downstairs to get the camera, went outside and spooked them a bit, but was able to draw a bead and get the attached shots. Stealth was never his strength. Appears to be no problem for mighty elk hunter David Rolfsrud, however. We asked Harold how big the elk was. He didn't really know. Uff Da.
