The View of My Day

The campus construction site looks different every day. I am amazed at how interesting that I find all this commotion.

As a little girl, though, I absolutely loved playing with Tonka Trucks in the backyard dirt at my babysitter's home. I think a week of big tractor summer camp--nowadays--would be immense fun. Can you imagine the frustration and aggression that could be dispensed while pushing earth around, digging huge holes, and making big piles of brown sugar earth--oh the fun! If anyone knows of a summer camp like that let me know.

So I stood at the chain link fence (today in my high heel shoes) to look, to imagine, and to marvel at all that they are creating.

Then as I walked across campus late this afternoon I saw our granddaughter, Ashly, and she was so excited because several days ago she had purchased a yo-yo for Grandpa Fun. That's how he got his nickname years ago--"Mr. Fun"--as he did yoyo tricks one night in the midnight hours as I finished writing a college paper for a class I was attending. During the celebration of the paper accomplishment and his "walking the dog" and doing "round the world" with his yoyo, he gained a permanent moniker.

Tonight when he wasn't looking, I put the new yoyo at his dinner plate. He got so excited and immediately gave it a test run!

I know you can't see it because he wears big ol baggie clothes, but he's lost so much weight -- and that weight loss has added a huge measure of fun to our summer/autumn season. As a little boy Mr. Fun always wore J.C. Penney "husky" boy pants, so some think he'll never be slim. He's always been naturally funny and full of fun. He's been my best friend since I was 15. He keeps me laughing . . . he's my Mr. Fun!

Thanks for all the comments yesterday on the artists.

It's almost 8:30 and the day is about gone.
Good night from Southern California.
Rosie (& Mr. Fun), aka Carol