I was invited by Art to come up to the Spring Festival in Mose Lake today so I intend to make the trip as soon as I get some chores out of the way.

I need to send some money to Joel's account and get some gas in the Expedition. It takes a couple of hours to get up there so I probably need to get cracking.

I made the trip to Moses Lake and stayed until about three o'clock. It was a good time. Art and Ellie were glad to see me. I knew many of the people and they are good folk and treated me very well. The food was okay but not very generous. I could have eaten three times that much. The spudnuts were okay but it is hard to cook them out in the open. There was a cool breeze blowing most of the time. By mid-afternoon I was beginning to chill out and was ready to check it all in. I made a dumb comment when a bunch of those old geezers were telling everyone how afraid they were of their wives when I said that I could not sit around and listen to a bunch of cowards and I was leaving. They were a little startled and Art made some comment about the fact that I had never been in that situation - meaning I had never been married. Hmm. But we left okay. Relatives!

Nolan called and said that Ronny, the sort of cousin, had been killed in Canon City and Wes had probably gone back there for the funeral. I checked it out in the paper and it happened Monday so the funeral was probably this week and Wes may be home.

I got another letter from Michael and the interesting fact was that he said he was going to definitely parole out to Grant County - where he came from. He had his eye on a couple of jobs and he would like to get an apartment so he could have his son visit before school starts. There was no mention about how I was going to fit into any of those plans - or if that was even a consideration. For me there is no way I can go to Grants Pass because I would lose my job and trailer and the whole bit. I was sort of down for most of the day thinking about how this was going to work out. I know I would have been even more concerned if he had said he was coming to Hermiston because that would mean I would have to make some of accommodation for him that could have cost big bucks. I guess I am just concerned that if he moves another 250 miles further away we both will just drift apart. It would be pretty easy to do. There is some time left to get some sort of resolution before the 1st of August. If he goes he goes and I will just have to start working on some other project. I guess my experience from the past seems to prove that even this will blow away in a day or two and I will be able to think straight about it.

I worked on letters and photos- plus watched a tape of the Letterman show. I had a Blockbuster film but decided I should not waste it when I was thinking so much about writing a letter to Michael.

Memorable Positive Moment of the Day was the joke Art and I had about him measuring this fat woman who wanted him to enlarge a set of chaps for herself. It was hilarious!