Interiors by Design[/caption] Back when I was in college, my father asked me more than once what I was going to do with a theatre degree. I'd always say, "I don't know, Dad, but acting is all I want to do." Pop in on me anytime after college, and the chance that you'd find me acting in a production of any kind was pretty slim.

I'm not a journaling kind of person. I really wish that I was, 'cause so much of my life has just disappeared into the netherworld, and I'm sure at least some of it was interesting... There have been occasions, however, when I took the time to write about some happening. I give you Sept.

 Many of you know that my husband and I are in the midst of moving. We have been purging, scanning, shredding, and packing for a month now, and frankly I'm bored to death with it all. The keyboard is calling me, so before it, too, ends up taped up in a box, I'm ignoring the TO DO List in favor of some reminiscing. 

Early in my brother's foray into 4-H, Dad bought him some sheep--Cheeko, Meeko, Peeko, and Baa Baa. Mine was Baa Baa. (NOT the sheep pictured here. These two were Ophelia and Isaac Hayes from several years later.)