These are the last of the cherry tomatoes and peppers. But that’s okay. We’ll do it all over again next year.

And here are our local geese. They think we’ve left already, so they have taken over the dock. I yell at them, but they refuse to leave.

Our last Ladies Dinner at B’s Beacon of 2026. It has been harder to get together this year, but memorable and full of laughter when we do. My French Friend Janou, you are dearly missed.

Banjo Man and I are busy packing and cleaning and cleaning out cars and moving deck chairs…and all the things that need to be done before we leave until next spring. The lake is like glass and the skies are blue and there is–gasp–snow on top of the mountains.

Dancing Mandolin Player’s Boyfriend Bob was given a fabulous birthday party last Saturday. The whole town was there to celebrate. Here are some of the family who are definitely having a great time.

Here I am celebrating with two of my favorite people.

On Thursday we will pick up the rental car that we will drive to Spokane. We’ll close up the house and say goodbye to the lake. We’ll fly back home on Friday. It’s always a bit stressful and sad to leave here, but we remind ourselves that Thanksgiving and Christmas are not that far away. There is much to do to get ready and I can’t wait.

I have an appointment on October 28 to start the process of having radiation again, this time to the three cancerous nodes in my chest. I am very excited about it, folks. I’ve waited since February of 2025 to get permission for this treatment and now it is going to happen. Hurray for me!

I will leave you with this meme, because sadly it describes my mornings. Some of you might just identify…