So on Wednesday I had my regularly scheduled Dermatologist check, got some more sun screen, met the assistant of the quarter (he says he’s trying to keep them longer, really), and was told to come back again in four months this time. So far so good. Logan and I bought a stack of books at While Away, and a few fabric bits at the fabric store in town trying to figure out what we can make in to curtains that will keep the heat out a bit this summer and be agreeable to everyone.

Thursday we went to Eugene for a swimming pool stretch class for me, where Logan played in the shallow end for the hour with a life jacket on. The pool is specifically aimed at folks with disabilities and so is heated and indoors, which makes it wonderful when the air outside is 50° F. Logan starts one on one swimming lessons there on Monday in the afternoons. Two days a week for half an hour (instead of the four days a week most pools offer now in the summer) with just her and the instructor. We chose between that and two child lessons, and there may be another little girl interested. I thought there was more chance of Logan learning to swim on her own though.

Yesterday, for John’s one spring break day, we went to the coast. It was fairly clear and reasonably warm, so we ate a snack outside at two stops, played with rocks near the water, and then walked along in the sand until it rained and got too chilly. It doesn’t sound like much but that took up pretty much the whole afternoon. Logan collected a few pieces of sticks that had been driftwood that she wants to put in to the fish tank after some of the salt has been soaked out of them. I took pictures of rocks, sand and water. We stopped and ate in Florence on the way home, and I read Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle’s Magic until it got too dark while John drove. I don’t think we drove north at the coast at all last year, and it was fun to see the things up that way again. We reminded Logan about when Grandpa and Grandma visited and Grandpa was sick for the whole trip to the coast. Then we passed the drug store where we stopped for anti-nausea medicine and pointed that out to her too in fine family tradition. We got home just before nine and john went and did quick chores in the dark, including catching one last ram who needed to be put in with other sheep.

Today the sheep are getting shorn. It got set up on short notice, john called around trying to find someone after getting the sheep penned up Wednesday because it rained and they happened to come in. Yesterday before we left, someone called back. So in about an hour he and his dad will be here to get the sheep denuded of their winter coats.

Tomorrow we move what’s left in the cabin out so that over the next week we can sand the floor and then paint it (just the floor, the walls were done in 2004), so it’s more readily swept.

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