July 7, 2017 A Fridge, A Trip Down There & A Metal Detector

My chicken wall is growing.

The trout Larry & Elsie
gave us.

Items found with the metal
detector so far.

Wednesday 7/5. Lots of dishes to do this morning.  Then spent the rest of the day sorting through items from JB's Mom.  I hung some pictures and other things on the wall, including a large one of a rooster that was made with feathers.  We looked through the sacks and sacks of photos.  The day was too hot to split wood anyway.  The high for the day was 86.

When all was said and done with JB's Mom's bills, there was some money left over.  JB's brother gave him a check on Monday for his share - just about enough for a new propane refrigerator.  The Universe always provides.  So we ordered a 10 cubic foot fridge that actually has a freezer the same size as our 18 cubic foot one did.  It should be delivered to Larry and Elsie's shop by next Wednesday.

JB grilled the two trout for dinner that they gave us.  Soooo good!

Thursday 7/6. It was 68 with clear skies this morning.  We were on our way Down There by 7:50 am for JB's MRI.  I went grocery shopping for our BBQ on Saturday with JB's nephew and his family.  Fortunately we were home a little after noon, as it was so HOT down there.

We both took a nap, then just tried to stay cool.  There was just a slight breeze as we sat on the porch.  Our high for the day was 89.

JB's sister-in-law had brought her metal detector up when they visited and left it with us, as her oldest son could take it back when he visits on Saturday.  The evening cooled off a bit, so I used it in the grove.  She had found a large piece of metal that had obviously been used as target practice, along with some nails and an old, rusty can.  I found another old metal can, a piece of wire and some cartridges.  No gold yet. . .

Friday 7/7. It is 72 this morning with a few clouds on the western horizon this morning.  It is going go be another HOT one today, and may get up to 100 Down There.  Just going to get ready for our guests.

Thought for the day: Tomorrow belongs to those who can hear it coming.  David Bowie