MYSTERY OF THE NINE EIGHTHS PIE

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Yesterday, I made a pie.

I cut the pie into quarters, intending for Roy to get one half and Corky to get one half.

When cleaning up, later in the evening, I looked at the pie. There were one quarter and one eighth slices left.

They each said they did NOT make any additional cuts or slices to the pie. Roy told me he had eaten least half.
Corky told me he ate one quarter.

How can that be?

In the morning, Corky ate all that was left.

I am pretty sure I made a pie with only four quarters, not a pie with nine eighths.

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Agawela August 14, 2017
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Saturday Americana in September

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My Grandson runs for a winning touchdown, one shoe off and one shoe on.  Rain kept the temperature down to comfortable.

He ran so fast, he ran right out of his shoe.

Touchdown in the rain. One shoe off and one shoe on.

Touchdown in the rain. One shoe off and one shoe on.

 

After the game with two shoes on, and the helmet off.  “I’m not tired.  I want to play another game.”

I'm not tired.  I want to play another game.

I’m not tired. I want to play another game.

Photography by my Daughter In Law,  his Mama.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Old Horse

This old horse is 30 years old, and is starting to show his age with hollows  that don't look so good.  He still gets frisky now and again, kicking and bucking just for the fun of it, especially when he (hears the can) sees his bucket with sweet feed on the way.  He does like his hay, but sweet feed and fresh greens and veggies are what tickle him.

This old horse is 30 years old, and is starting to show his age with hollows that don’t look so good. He still gets frisky now and again, kicking and bucking just for the fun of it, especially when he (hears the can) sees his bucket with sweet feed on the way. He does like his hay, but sweet feed and fresh greens and veggies are what tickle him.

Corky

Corky, my husband, smiled without his toothpick, just to please me. He is turning those logs into boards, just for the fun of it. That orange tractor, in the background, is what he uses to maintain the access road. --- Bear

Corky, my husband, smiled without his toothpick, just to please me. —–  He is turning those logs, from his friend’s yard, into boards, just for the fun of it. He uses that grapple to maneuver the logs, by himself, into position, then he uses a chain saw and a big guide to slice the boards.    ———-     That orange tractor, in the background, is what he uses to maintain the access road — The road, of which I posted a photo, did not exist, at all, before we moved here fourteen years ago.   These are only two of the activities he does ……for the fun of it.

   Corky and I have slightly different ideas about what fun is.