Humphries Family History

To all you dear ones,       It was a pretty, and warm week, but has turned off cooler and rainy again.  The spud farmers were hitting it pretty hard to try to beat the rain, but most of them still have a long way to go.  Hanks' still have close to 150 acres left in the ground.       The night before the storm came, Dad and I worked in the yard to get things done we'd been meaning to. He winterized the camper, and several other things, and I pruned the grape vines, which have gotten terribly overgrown, and weren't producing as well as they used to.       Just across the hall from my office at work, is the pharmacy. After morning delivery, they stack the empty boxes in the hallway. I've been eying some of them, because I thought they might be just what I've been looking for, to make some storage containers. The IV fluid boxes were just the right size; the were D5 1/2 with 20 of KCL. I brought so...

A quick update of items in the last letter:  My friend Bobbe's Dad, passed away just a few days after going to the nursing home. Another dear friend from school, Lorna Harrop Barney, lost her mother-in-law, Sheila Barney last week. Our friend Burt Bates is still alive, but the insurance company is denying coverage because his blood alcohol level was very high when he wrecked on the four wheeler; so we don't know if he'll be able to get a trach and receive rehab therapy or not. Grandpa came home on Monday, mostly because his Medicare coverage at the nursing home had run out, and he really wanted to come home anyway. He seems about the same, gets up to the bathroom a few times a day, but mostly stays in the recliner. His double cousin, Eugene, passed away, and his funeral is on Tuesday. He wants to go very badly, but I'm not sure how it can happen. It was all Dad and Beth could do to get him into the house when he came home. We got to go to Denver for Bradl...