My situation was no better. My wife is a teacher and so consummately focused on teaching that her prep time had become nearly every waking hour. Excep... for family scheduling, finances and our grown kids, all conversations were about school. Somewhere in the conversation Lucile confided that she’d hurt her back some years before when a patient went into cardiac arrest and the woman’s bowels had emptied as the Code Blue team rolled her onto her side to place a chest compression board beneath her. We all felt very comfortable in each other’s presence and to all intense and purposes “We could be ourselves”, not something that happens too often.Anyway, following an excellent meal of roast beef, a small “digestive” and a few deep breaths on a lovely joint, the conversation obviously started to get somewhat “suggestive”.I knew what Tod was like, well at least I thought I did, we were friends and I knew only too well that he was up for almost anything goes fun. It turns out I wasn’t entirely. However, we loved spending the night with her and Greg, who wasn’t as ebullient as Joyce, but who was also a kind person. One weekend, when I was about thirteen, I spent the night with Aunt Joyce and Uncle Greg. Sometime in the middle of the night, I woke up, needing to use the bathroom, and went down the hall, which took me by my aunt’s bedroom. As I passed by her door, I heard noises that I had only ever heard in my imagination…a bed creaking and a woman moaning and saying, “Fuck me…fuck. We were all worn out, but we had learned a lot about rounding up and herding cattle that day. I knew our new knowledge would help us in the future.Day 128 - Sunday, September 5, 1847Today we waited. The area where we put the cattle was bordered on three sides by hills. They weren't so steep a cow couldn't get across them, but with good grass and water in the area they didn't have any incentive to do so.We spent some time today piling brush across the open side of the pasture. We weren't trying.