Scruffy's ready for a walk. After a walk in the woods we usually have to check the dogs and ourselves for ticks. I think Norma has had the record so far with about eight of the little blood-suckers looking for a place to roost.

Brandy and Taylor lead the way.

Mary is wearing her sun hat, Lloyd has his snake gun holstered under his left shoulder. Lloyd is having a little trouble with his hearing aid. He's also having trouble with his skin. He believes his skin doctor is spreading the problem by touching Lloyd on the parts of his face that are bad and then putting his hand on the parts of his face that were doing okay. He's doing this so he can earn a lot more money treating him. There are also problems with his dentures. A lot of these doctors are working together, Lloyd thinks, and there's not a lot he can do about it.

I think this is John M's car -- it's parked in front of his place. John used to be a neighbor of the Brinns. Lloyd likes to tell a story of a slight misunderstanding involving John and a dog they once had named "Blake." Lloyd went out to call Blake and John thought he was calling out "Black." Feeling this was a racial slur, John grabbed a rifle, walked through the woods and started shooting at the Brinn household. Lloyd got a little upset, armed himself as well, followed John back through the woods and told him to come out and shoot it out, man to man. When John didn't open the door, Lloyd started stripping off his weapons one by one, still calling to John to come out. John finally called out to Lloyd that there had apparently been some sort of misunderstanding, and they managed to work things out. Now John is serving time in prison for murder. After an argument in a bar involving a woman, John went home, got his shotgun, returned to the bar and shot the man in the face. When the judge found him guilty and passed sentence, John asked if he could go home first and feed his dogs. John was good to his dogs.

We almost ran into J.J., or vice versa.

Sign in front of Ralph's place. Everybody is posted.

Ralph's place. You'll see Ralph every once and a while at Bobcat's having a coffee and a cigarette, but he doesn't got back to his place much. He's been a little depressed since a lady-friend of his died. He drinks his coffee at Bobcat's and talks a bit, but he's a little sad now.

The woods. This is the home of the biggest darn groundhog I ever saw.

Field next to the cow pasture.

Breakfast the next morning. Blueberry pancakes. There's something about making pancakes from scratch without a blender that makes them taste particularly good. Or maybe it was just the coffee.