After I got my sore achy carcass out of bed Heath and I did nothing.
At 145 we had to leave to go to the doc. I had to have my ummm.... parts ultrasounddeded.
All I can really tell you about that is the blood flow was normal. No clue why I am having so much pain.
I came home and made some people online really mad. I was bored and needed entertainment so I stirred up some idiots. I am still laughing.
Around 530 Graham came over. While we talked I noticed the tarp on the tent building was messed up a one of the poles was loose. I fixed it.
Graham said something about my pampass grass needing to be trimed. I told him you just burned it. He didn't believe me. So I set it on fire. He was surprised at how fast it went up. I just wish it would die. I hate it.
Today I had to say goodbye to a old friend.
Heath and I had an arguement over the last poptart - I won. He had a banana. He had 4 poptarts last night.
Then we did nothing for a while. I was hurting still.
Then we got dressed, loaded up in CherryBerry and left.
About a mile from the house it looked like Apocalypse Now. the air was thick with white smoke. A bit farther and I saw a "smoke on road" sign. Then we saw the forestry guys. I stopped and talked to them a minute. They were doing a controlled burn on about 20 acres of Kudzu. I was glad to see it burn. We headed onward.
First we had to get gas so we swing by Ingles gas station and filled up. $28 later and I drove over to the "Chugwash". $7 later and CB was all sparkly clean.
A short drive later and we were at the salvage store - the salvage store was no longer there. There was a sign on the door with the new address. So we drive a little longer and there we were.
Just inside the door was toys. Heath didn't want to go any farther. I was on a mission though.
I found the last one of what I went for. I also found a 6 pack of sippy cups for $2. I told Heath he could get something and he snagged a set of John Deere toys ($15 because some kid stole 2 of the tires). $67 later and we were off again.
We got home and I went into the kitchen and said goodbye to an old freind -the 15 year old Bunn coffee pot. Lately it has been putting more coffee on the counter than in the pot. The housing was broken when I got it (used) so it couldn't even be moved. After one last pat on the lid it went in the trash can. In its place went a beautiful new...
You can see under it the last floor tile that the genius PO of the house put on the counter. We couldn't move the pot to get it off without the Bunn breaking any more.
And in short time.
Graham showed up to service his wifes car since she is going to Fl this week to see her daughter.
While he was here another regular pulled in. (I really need to start writing names down) He looked around and wants 3 of tractors and a dozer blade. He has a Gravley I am going to look at tomorrow to see how much green he has to throw in.
We came in and ate. After dinner Heath climbed up on my desk - and fell off. No serious damage. A couple of jelly beans and all was well.