July 3 and popping sounds at night. Cody is on tranquilizers. I started on the thirtieth and hope he gets through without too much trouble. Poor old guy can hardly walk, doesn’t hear well, and I’m thinking he isn’t seeing well either. The girls go in the closet and curl up on a blanket I put there for them. The Fourth is not a celebration for them. The mountain men’s black powder rifles are the worst noise.
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