Maybe we should consider going back to flag football

 One basic truth in Wyoming is that if you don’t like the weather, just wait because it’s going to change before you realize it.  Thursday morning, I awoke to a wet deck, which I had expected as I had heard tremendous claps of thunder in the night. Sounded like they were right outside the house and lightning lit up the entire bedroom.
So the deck was wet when I got up, and when I tried to walk down the sidewalk to meet my “Uber” driver at 10, I was dodging raindrops to get to the car. Got to Dr. Waddell’s office and they said they had had rain.
By the time we emerged from Waddell’s office, we were shedding our jackets; sunshine the rest of the day.
Changing the subject, the lines of a “golden oldie” kept running through my head last night. Couldn’t remember the entire chorus, but it included: “...the rich get richer and the poor get poorer; in the meantime, in between time, ain’t we got fun.”  Thought of one presidential candidate’s campaign of “joy” and thought perhaps that old “Ain’t we got fun” would be perfect as the theme song.
Got away for a trip to Dayton to watch Tongue River play Burns and finally get to see Hagan play.  Good first quarter and part of the second, but then everything went south. TR got beat 17-7. TR, young and without many kids with varsity experience, got a double whammy when one of their seniors went down with a broken (or dislocated) arm or elbow and is undoubtedly done for the year. In addition, an up-and-coming sophomore suffered his second concussion. One, three weeks ago, missed a week but returned Friday, and on a targeting call on Burns, was down and out. He did not get up. According to Hagen on Sunday, the young man was okay. I would be surprised if a physician would okay him to play again this year. I could be wrong.
How about going back to flag football — haven’t heard of many concussions suffered in that game.
But it was a beautiful day for football, despite the outcome. Warm, no wind, and the football field at Dayton, with the backdrop of the Big Horns, has to be one of prettiest in the conference.
Garden is preparing for autumn; you can tell by the harvest passing through the kitchen. Tomatoes red and juicy; beans so tender; got some cauliflower finally, and some broccoli. They have been lagging until now. And the corn is delicious. The raccoons are happily feeding elsewhere; not a stalk torn down, nor ear of corn on the ground.
We’ve been lucky, but according to weather reports, a frost is likely lurking around the corner.
One of the first things I notice when checking for Looking Back, is when the first frosts happened 100, 90, 80 years ago.
But I have a grandson who is not only looking forward to the first frost; he can hardly wait for the first snowfall! That is getting too extreme for me.
Just enjoy the soft, last days of summer and hope for a long fall with beautifully colored trees. (Don’t think about the leaves to be raked!)