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[Hossfly]

For Professor Pogo

 

[Hossfly]

Went to the rodeo at the Cowtown Stockyards Coliseum yesterday. Took this pic before the start. My Next door neighbor's son was a bull rider. Lasted less than 2 seconds. Only one rider was successful.

 

[Lumpy 1]

Me .. I can hardly ride a horse .. but I'm sure ...

 

[Montrovant]

I’m sitting in Tampa airport waiting for a flight home. I spent the weekend here. I’m going to work tonight, so I’m hoping I can nap for a couple of hours when I get home.

Doing a weekend trip is a bit difficult. I worked until 3am Saturday morning, didn’t get to sleep until maybe 4:30, then woke up at 8:30 because I had a noon flight. Today I got up at 7am to be able to get dropped at the airport, but will leave for work at 5pm as usual and work until /:30-3:00 am.

I had a good weekend, but it would be easier if my work schedule were more usual or I took a day off lol.

 

[Lumpy 1]

I’m sitting in Tampa airport waiting for a flight home. I spent the weekend here. I’m going to work tonight, so I’m hoping I can nap for a couple of hours when I get home.

Doing a weekend trip is a bit difficult. I worked until 3am Saturday morning, didn’t get to sleep until maybe 4:30, then woke up at 8:30 because I had a noon flight. Today I got up at 7am to be able to get dropped at the airport, but will leave for work at 5pm as usual and work until /:30-3:00 am.

I had a good weekend, but it would be easier if my work schedule were more usual or I took a day off lol.

mmm .. after all that I'd probably be pretty irritable or just plain dingy .. both could be fun but you do have a great case for a day off..

 

[gallantwarrior]

Boy, what a nothing day. Made a routine run to Wally World to buy a weeks' worth of water. My well is still kaput until I can settle my finances, and right now, some of that water will come in handy for a bath. Marine baths just don't do it for me, and this no water in the house stuff is something I never had to deal with for more than a couple of hours in the past.

I didn't sew a stitch, but located a few more quilt stores in my state, all of which are out of my driving range, and my escort left the planet almost four years ago now, and he was also the photographer, so I can' show you any pictures of the quilts I turned in because there aren't any, and our charity bees are so busy working on quilts they don't have time for taking pictures either, so my entire career is like it didn't happen after I die. Oh, well, I'm not giving up, I have a goal this year of trying to complete 60 quilts, and since it's terrible outside right now, it's a perfect time to get most of this stuff done. I'm pretty sure I turned in 10 quilts in January, because December went by too fast, so the quilts not done in the busy holiday season got done by mid January. And I'm not exactly off the starting line for next month's donation. This waterless situation has me trying to keep my mind off the lack of a good hot steamy bath on these cold days. It turned bitter today, and it could freeze tonight. brrrr! Well, it's only seven thirty here. I could get something started or finish the edges around the red and white brick quilt with blue mortar. It's gonna be so cute. /bragging stops now.

Love y'all! Hope everything works out well for everybody this week.

Boy, what a nothing day. Made a routine run to Wally World to buy a weeks' worth of water. My well is still kaput until I can settle my finances, and right now, some of that water will come in handy for a bath. Marine baths just don't do it for me, and this no water in the house stuff is something I never had to deal with for more than a couple of hours in the past.

I didn't sew a stitch, but located a few more quilt stores in my state, all of which are out of my driving range, and my escort left the planet almost four years ago now, and he was also the photographer, so I can' show you any pictures of the quilts I turned in because there aren't any, and our charity bees are so busy working on quilts they don't have time for taking pictures either, so my entire career is like it didn't happen after I die. Oh, well, I'm not giving up, I have a goal this year of trying to complete 60 quilts, and since it's terrible outside right now, it's a perfect time to get most of this stuff done. I'm pretty sure I turned in 10 quilts in January, because December went by too fast, so the quilts not done in the busy holiday season got done by mid January. And I'm not exactly off the starting line for next month's donation. This waterless situation has me trying to keep my mind off the lack of a good hot steamy bath on these cold days. It turned bitter today, and it could freeze tonight. brrrr! Well, it's only seven thirty here. I could get something started or finish the edges around the red and white brick quilt with blue mortar. It's gonna be so cute. /bragging stops now.

Love y'all! Hope everything works out well for everybody this week.

I know what you mean about the lack of water. Both our 220V generators are in the shop and that's the flavor electricity my well pump likes. So, we are tinkering water either from the place in town or from the local family service station. Lots of people tanker water around here but you have to bring your own hose to get water at the service station. I wish the partner had gotten that backhoe finished before he crashed and burned with his stroke. Most likely I'll need to hire someone to put the thing back together. I need that machine to dig the water lines for both the house and the barn. Have to have the lines down about 8 feet in order to be sure they won't freeze.
You used to post pics of some of your quilts here, if I recall. I envy you having the time to do a thing that pleases you so much. I was looking forward to retiring but now that plan has been sidelined. I will be making soap again, soon, though. There's a local deli that features locally produced goods and the owner/operator has reserved shelf space for my soaps. There's a nice local farmers' market that will start up again around May. Since I'll be recuperating from my hip surgery maybe I'll be able to set up there to sell some goodies, too.
We are no strangers to bitter weather here. It's beautiful, clear and you can see the Milky Way forever but that means it's back below zero, -13 exactly. You stay warm, Beau.

 

[gallantwarrior]

hmmmmm …..any chance of a full moon tonight????

It was a full moon when my nephew died on Feb 9. He suffered from seizures, and I didn't even know it till I got a call from his wife the evening of Feb. 8.

I'm sorry Miss Beau, I hadn't meant to remind you of that. I am so sorry



I was being a bit facetious and sarcastic and trying to hide it in a more CS appropriate way toward 2 of those that I have to be nice too. Cause anywhere else on this board, it would have ended a bit differently.

Not your fault. I was just obsessing because his life on this planet was not a good one for him. He was born with a birth defect my sister would not discuss. She drank, she smoked, she did drugs, but no matter what I loved her to pieces. She died 3 years ago, and her son disappeared on and off. One day out of the blue about a year ago, I got a call to his house and met his wife of 2 years. She seemed such a sweetie. They met when he began caring for her and had been acquainted in elementary school. They fell in love, but he continued getting a salary from a care giver's outfit for continuing his work, even after they got married. Even so, there are things about marriage that stress some people, and on a scale of 1 to 10, he suddenly became a 9. He tried to explain it to me a week before he passed away, but I just told him marriage had times you needed to adjust. On Feb 8 his wife called and said he was having seizures. Since my sister never discussed his issues, I was unaware of his history of seizures from an early age on. His dad passed away about 6 years ago, and my sister, 3 years ago. She had been his anchor, but he was offish by adulthood and as many times as I offered him help, he disappeared with no forwarding address, no phone calls, nothing. I was looking forward to spending time with him and his wife for life, when her call came. I went because she said I would be the only one to convince him to get into the ambulance. So I dropped everything and flew over there to find him writhing on the floor with a terrible full-body seizure, and reassured him the ambulance people were there to make sure he was okay, so he started cooperating enough to get him on a guerney, although he was visibly unhappy and looked terrorized. I followed his ambulance to the hospital with his wife in the car. When we got there they soon made it known they did not have the facilities to help his problem and airlifted him to a hospital nearby that did. So, again, we got into the car and followed the freeway to the hospital that was about 35 miles away. It was a long night, but it was already early in the morning, and relatives were called and drove the distance to the hospital. I spent a lot of time in his room, bemoaning about not listening to him more carefully, but thinking all along he would get better. What I didn't know is that the machines were all that were between him and the grave. I thought up to the time the family voted to remove the life-saving equipment, that he would make a miraculous recovery and we could look into why he was convulsing so strangely. I was holding his hand to give him courage when they removed the tubes, but instead of opening his eyes and blinking hope back to us, he flatlined in less than 5 minutes.

When you said full moon, I had been trying to remember when he passed away, had found out it was Feb. 9, and I knew when I drove home it was a full moon light which was helpful to my return trip home. I looked it up online, and it was Feb 8, and it was bright when we made our trip to the hospital because of the full moon. Then I called up his wife, and she confirmed it was Feb. 9 when he passed. Having nothing better to do, I came back here, and noticed the words "full moon." the same day. I was obsessing about if I had done this or known that or questioned my sister more about him while she was still living--you know, the coulda woulda shoulda routine.

So I'm sorry if you're feeling liable but it's my fault to have been obsessing. I just didn't deal with it well because i was probably the only one there who was absolutely sure he'd bounce right back into life when they removed the tubes. My cousin said quite plainly there was no hope for him before or after the tubes were taken out. Derr. I just kept on thinking he'd bounce back. Didn't happen. It's nobody's fault.

Please forgive me, J.A.N. You have never been anything but kind and thoughtful to everyone here. If anyone is to blame it is on me for obsessing over something no one alive had anything to do with. They were just keeping him alive with machines. The damages his extreme seizures caused were irreversible. He seized horrendously nonstop all night and all day and had seized 3 or 4 times while we were discussing whether to remove the tubes or not. The nurses and doctor were recommending withdrawing the tubes. When your life is over, it's over. People in the ER are skilled in their practice of dealing with people on the edge between life and death and have a good series of tests that determine whether there's hope or not and the percentages were one in a million. That's bad odds, and I was deaf to bad odds.

Worked on a quilt this afternoon, and am getting back to it. Everything is lime and dark green, the color of life and growth. Our sorrows define how wonderful good times are. A toast to your good and beneficent life, J.A.N., Foxy, and all who come here and share stuff, good and bad.

To life and good stuff.
And prayers for all the rest. ​

Thank you for sharing that, Beau. What a trial. How is his wife doing?

 

[gallantwarrior]

I live in the Severn valley, flood water is at my fence, if it rains next week my property will be flooded, my house is built up 4 feet above the worst ever flood level. If my house is flooded out the whole of my lowland Shire will be too.

What a mess, Roy. Your place is safe, though?

 

[gallantwarrior]

I live in the Severn valley, flood water is at my fence, if it rains next week my property will be flooded, my house is built up 4 feet above the worst ever flood level. If my house is flooded out the whole of my lowland Shire will be too.

Sorry to hear that. I live on top of a hill so am immune to flooding.

No one is immune, but some of us are safer than others. Of course, it would take Armageddon level floods to reach my place, but I am not thinking it couldn't happen. If my place floods, I'll just kiss my butt goodbye, though.

 

[gallantwarrior]

My brother, what an angel he is. He came over here, sized up my water pump situation, went and bought a pump, hose, and long electric cord and rigged up a way to get water from my lake up to the back door so I could have water to flush the toilet. I've been sick a lot lately, and even though it's like pond water, I won't have to put bleach in the potty every time I pee. He also is going to contact the water well service and pay for the new pump. The problem is they have to take the roof off the barn to pull up 200' of plastic pipes, because the pump is at the very bottom. So soon, hopefully, the water will be restored. I just had this done 18 months ago, but the business that did ti, the boss skipped town.

I'm stuck in the house with my little case of fever and asthma, so I was so grateful to see him. He came up here because my late nephew's wife was having friends and family over to commemmorate my nephew's passing. They were too poor to give him a funeral, and I had to miss what they did due to fever and my little asthma issue. My brother thinks I'm not well because of stress. Thanks to all of you for putting up with my tears and fears when I lost my dear nephew. It was good to see my brother, his son, and my other sister's son who came to pitch in and help my brother install the pump close to or in (I'm not sure which) the small lake behind the house, My 100' electric cord didn't quite reach the lake edge where the pump likely is.

You all area the best.

Beau, your tears and fears are ours, too. Sometimes, I feel helpless because there is so little I can do to help y'all. I am so happy to know that your brother was able to come through for you. Any, yes, stress has a lot to do with our physical well-being. Unfortunately, there is often little we can do to alleviate the stress in our lives. You do so much good for others. Your quilts no doubt bring a ray of beauty and color into lives that might otherwise have so little.

 

[gallantwarrior]

Hi all. I read through and see what many others are going through in their lives and honestly I don't think I have it that bad. Sure the wife has cancer but it's being treated, successfully or not is yet to be seen. But we're "older" and eventually our expiration date arrives and we have to move on.
Our financial troubles appear to be well over, thanks for all your prayers there and we own our own home. While I have some physical challenges I'm still able to get much done though often it just takes much longer.
As for the wife they started her on another chemo recommended by the MD Anderson consulting Sarcoma Oncologist.

I'm still "praying" for you and Mrs. R. All of us are approaching our expiration dates but I'm sure I'm not the only one not quite ready to punch my ticket to the Rainbow Bridge quite yet.
Take care of yourself and Mrs. R.

 

[beautress]

hmmmmm …..any chance of a full moon tonight????

It was a full moon when my nephew died on Feb 9. He suffered from seizures, and I didn't even know it till I got a call from his wife the evening of Feb. 8.

I'm sorry Miss Beau, I hadn't meant to remind you of that. I am so sorry



I was being a bit facetious and sarcastic and trying to hide it in a more CS appropriate way toward 2 of those that I have to be nice too. Cause anywhere else on this board, it would have ended a bit differently.

Not your fault. I was just obsessing because his life on this planet was not a good one for him. He was born with a birth defect my sister would not discuss. She drank, she smoked, she did drugs, but no matter what I loved her to pieces. She died 3 years ago, and her son disappeared on and off. One day out of the blue about a year ago, I got a call to his house and met his wife of 2 years. She seemed such a sweetie. They met when he began caring for her and had been acquainted in elementary school. They fell in love, but he continued getting a salary from a care giver's outfit for continuing his work, even after they got married. Even so, there are things about marriage that stress some people, and on a scale of 1 to 10, he suddenly became a 9. He tried to explain it to me a week before he passed away, but I just told him marriage had times you needed to adjust. On Feb 8 his wife called and said he was having seizures. Since my sister never discussed his issues, I was unaware of his history of seizures from an early age on. His dad passed away about 6 years ago, and my sister, 3 years ago. She had been his anchor, but he was offish by adulthood and as many times as I offered him help, he disappeared with no forwarding address, no phone calls, nothing. I was looking forward to spending time with him and his wife for life, when her call came. I went because she said I would be the only one to convince him to get into the ambulance. So I dropped everything and flew over there to find him writhing on the floor with a terrible full-body seizure, and reassured him the ambulance people were there to make sure he was okay, so he started cooperating enough to get him on a guerney, although he was visibly unhappy and looked terrorized. I followed his ambulance to the hospital with his wife in the car. When we got there they soon made it known they did not have the facilities to help his problem and airlifted him to a hospital nearby that did. So, again, we got into the car and followed the freeway to the hospital that was about 35 miles away. It was a long night, but it was already early in the morning, and relatives were called and drove the distance to the hospital. I spent a lot of time in his room, bemoaning about not listening to him more carefully, but thinking all along he would get better. What I didn't know is that the machines were all that were between him and the grave. I thought up to the time the family voted to remove the life-saving equipment, that he would make a miraculous recovery and we could look into why he was convulsing so strangely. I was holding his hand to give him courage when they removed the tubes, but instead of opening his eyes and blinking hope back to us, he flatlined in less than 5 minutes.

When you said full moon, I had been trying to remember when he passed away, had found out it was Feb. 9, and I knew when I drove home it was a full moon light which was helpful to my return trip home. I looked it up online, and it was Feb 8, and it was bright when we made our trip to the hospital because of the full moon. Then I called up his wife, and she confirmed it was Feb. 9 when he passed. Having nothing better to do, I came back here, and noticed the words "full moon." the same day. I was obsessing about if I had done this or known that or questioned my sister more about him while she was still living--you know, the coulda woulda shoulda routine.

So I'm sorry if you're feeling liable but it's my fault to have been obsessing. I just didn't deal with it well because i was probably the only one there who was absolutely sure he'd bounce right back into life when they removed the tubes. My cousin said quite plainly there was no hope for him before or after the tubes were taken out. Derr. I just kept on thinking he'd bounce back. Didn't happen. It's nobody's fault.

Please forgive me, J.A.N. You have never been anything but kind and thoughtful to everyone here. If anyone is to blame it is on me for obsessing over something no one alive had anything to do with. They were just keeping him alive with machines. The damages his extreme seizures caused were irreversible. He seized horrendously nonstop all night and all day and had seized 3 or 4 times while we were discussing whether to remove the tubes or not. The nurses and doctor were recommending withdrawing the tubes. When your life is over, it's over. People in the ER are skilled in their practice of dealing with people on the edge between life and death and have a good series of tests that determine whether there's hope or not and the percentages were one in a million. That's bad odds, and I was deaf to bad odds.

Worked on a quilt this afternoon, and am getting back to it. Everything is lime and dark green, the color of life and growth. Our sorrows define how wonderful good times are. A toast to your good and beneficent life, J.A.N., Foxy, and all who come here and share stuff, good and bad.

To life and good stuff.
And prayers for all the rest. ​

Thank you for sharing that, Beau. What a trial. How is his wife doing?

She's already flirting with men. I took her to Walmart because she didn't have a car before I got so sick, and she and her grown daughter were flirting with the same man, and she bragged about it all the way back to her house. I was already stressed from my nephew's death, and I have been running a fever which broke last night or early this morning. I finally fell asleep around 3 am til the phone rang with a "Fraudulent Caller" (my phone identifies dishonest merchants by that title) at 8:01 am. I was groggy, and when I went downstairs for the phone, I accidentally ran into the open door of the oven I was heating the kitchen with, which is built into the wall, and the door opened was at chest height, and put a nick in my chin while I still had sleep in my eyes. When I got to the phone, they'd already hung up, but my Caller ID button said it was a Fraudulent Call. Since it's Monday morning, I collected my wits as best I could, and called the Well and Pump service and my brother to make arrangements for them to come here tomorrow and go through the all day job of pulling up 200 feet of pipes to get to the water pump, which means they will have to take off and replace the roof again of the barn the well is located in. lol.

Hey thanks gallantwarrior. Hope the spring melt is early and kind to the Great State of Alaska and that you have a steller spring and summer ahead and a garden that produces the best food for you and your charges and loved ones, good health to your herd, and great benefits when you retire. I always learn something good when I read your posts.

Big hug for everybody here.
And as the Irish say, "May ye be in heaven half an hour before the Devil knows yer dead."

 

[Dajjal]

 

[Hossfly]

 

[Foxfyre]

My brother, what an angel he is. He came over here, sized up my water pump situation, went and bought a pump, hose, and long electric cord and rigged up a way to get water from my lake up to the back door so I could have water to flush the toilet. I've been sick a lot lately, and even though it's like pond water, I won't have to put bleach in the potty every time I pee. He also is going to contact the water well service and pay for the new pump. The problem is they have to take the roof off the barn to pull up 200' of plastic pipes, because the pump is at the very bottom. So soon, hopefully, the water will be restored. I just had this done 18 months ago, but the business that did ti, the boss skipped town.

I'm stuck in the house with my little case of fever and asthma, so I was so grateful to see him. He came up here because my late nephew's wife was having friends and family over to commemmorate my nephew's passing. They were too poor to give him a funeral, and I had to miss what they did due to fever and my little asthma issue. My brother thinks I'm not well because of stress. Thanks to all of you for putting up with my tears and fears when I lost my dear nephew. It was good to see my brother, his son, and my other sister's son who came to pitch in and help my brother install the pump close to or in (I'm not sure which) the small lake behind the house, My 100' electric cord didn't quite reach the lake edge where the pump likely is.

You all area the best.

I'm surprised your pump is that deep where you are. I would think the water table much higher. Some places in New Mexico the water table was so high you could pretty much hand dig wells. But when we lived on the mountain our pump was almost 400 feet down. The water was hard enough to chew but it was potable and there was plenty of it. The folks who sold us the house then moved across to the other side of our small valley and got water at much more favorable levels. It was really soft too but so high sulphur that they had to put reverse osmosis on both ends to make it potable.

Mother Nature can be weird.

 

[Gracie]

Wish it would rain here. This is the first time in forever history that it has not rained in February here. Next week, its to get in the 80's. In February. Which means its going to be a horrendously hot summer unless a cold snap hits us in march. Hell, the trees are already budding and the rose bush offered a single red rose. Not good. No, not good at all. I just hope home calls before it gets too bad here.

 

[beautress]

I'm glad you checked in, Ringle. And Mrs. R is a frequent flyer on my prayer list. Beets, carrots, a radish and celery on a daily basis augment cancer sufferers' medicines and chemo. Oh, yes, and just a slice of raw potato (never green) for vitamin C. Green potatoes are said to carry some kind of poison, but you want the greenest celery you can get. Go figger.

 

[beautress]

My brother, what an angel he is. He came over here, sized up my water pump situation, went and bought a pump, hose, and long electric cord and rigged up a way to get water from my lake up to the back door so I could have water to flush the toilet. I've been sick a lot lately, and even though it's like pond water, I won't have to put bleach in the potty every time I pee. He also is going to contact the water well service and pay for the new pump. The problem is they have to take the roof off the barn to pull up 200' of plastic pipes, because the pump is at the very bottom. So soon, hopefully, the water will be restored. I just had this done 18 months ago, but the business that did ti, the boss skipped town.

I'm stuck in the house with my little case of fever and asthma, so I was so grateful to see him. He came up here because my late nephew's wife was having friends and family over to commemmorate my nephew's passing. They were too poor to give him a funeral, and I had to miss what they did due to fever and my little asthma issue. My brother thinks I'm not well because of stress. Thanks to all of you for putting up with my tears and fears when I lost my dear nephew. It was good to see my brother, his son, and my other sister's son who came to pitch in and help my brother install the pump close to or in (I'm not sure which) the small lake behind the house, My 100' electric cord didn't quite reach the lake edge where the pump likely is.

You all area the best.

I'm surprised your pump is that deep where you are. I would think the water table much higher. Some places in New Mexico the water table was so high you could pretty much hand dig wells. But when we lived on the mountain our pump was almost 400 feet down. The water was hard enough to chew but it was potable and there was plenty of it. The folks who sold us the house then moved across to the other side of our small valley and got water at much more favorable levels. It was really soft too but so high sulphur that they had to put reverse osmosis on both ends to make it potable.

Mother Nature can be weird.

The artesian water here is deeper, even though we have a shelf of crystalline type hard rock about 3 feet down. When you go out to the front fence, you have to be careful with the lawn mower because it rises here and there, and on my place, it's there, but it is not consistent, probably due to the construction of the road years ago. My place is between seasonal creeks, and the one by the road is probably 20 feet down from the road surface, give or take a yard. Oh, I know what the stones are called. We're about three counties south of Limestone County. And it's not exclusive to that area. lol I have no idea why we have limestone nor what type of geological process and elements make it. It cracks, and the dirt there washes away from it as quickly as mud seeps in. The only plants I know of that can break through are our tall pines which are tap root in nature if they're like other conifers. They thrive in the vicinity, and they grow to well over 100' high, give or take 20 feet. I have 2 holdout dead ones standing from the 2011 drought. All the bark has fallen away, but they didn't crash down after 3 years like the ones on the other side of the lake did. I don't know why. Those half dozen on the other side (or more) rotted and berry bushes came up everywhere around where their core broke down into the surrounding soil, and they were a reddish color all broken up a few years after they fell. They were so beautiful and added an enigmatic touch of beauty where they were before mother nature cracked her whip. The two trees that survived the hot drought back then were younger trees. It's as though the more mature trees knew they had a better chance, so they gave up and let the youngsters have what little minerals and water there was, which apparently was not enough for the 120-footers. Their skeletons remind me of how beautiful they were when we first got here. They called it the hundred-year drought, and from here, I could see the smoke signals of burns 30 or 40 miles away. One day I counted 7 all at the same time. It was the worst of all days. Texas was just on fire. An entire town burned down where the Ozarka water plant was, I think. A huge percentage of the town's population lost their homes in a matter of of fifteen minutes of mother natures' wrath. This is the only picture I could find, but it shows mid Texas that same summer. It doesn't even show East Texas, but it's much dry-er in middle Texas. The entire state lost Four million acres. 2011 Texas wildfires - Wikipedia Never saw anything like it. 2011 broke all the records of all time. Our well's water did not fail us.

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[beautress]

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[beautress]

Wish it would rain here. This is the first time in forever history that it has not rained in February here. Next week, its to get in the 80's. In February. Which means its going to be a horrendously hot summer unless a cold snap hits us in march. Hell, the trees are already budding and the rose bush offered a single red rose. Not good. No, not good at all. I just hope home calls before it gets too bad here.

Prayers up for a little rain along the West Coast where you live, Gracie. According to the weather people here, it looks like we get a 2.5 day reprieve, then another 5 days of intermittent rain. It was sunny today, but when I went out to the neglected garden area, I walked out to the flowering pear tree to see if it was still alive. It had a thriving antbed there, and I though "oh, no. They must be milking aphids off the flowering pears. I have no idea why I planted that tree right in the middle of the garden. Maybe I saw a picture of one in a magazine, I'm not sure...

Have an appointment with the well service people at ten tomorrow. Nighters, hope everyone has a great tomorrow, oh wait, it IS tomorrow. Good night!