Watching Indy NASCAR qualifying. Darn near burned the ribs on the BBQ.
The horseradish sauce I made isn’t half bad, and my friend r his own sauce bottle is on vacation. Strike two.
The route delivery person got herself a new truck. Dog didn’t recognize it and is now so upset he won’t eat. Not that that bothers me a great deal, but the mutt hasn’t liked the heat and is off his feed. He’s down to fifty-one pounds.
Still no tractor parts. I sure like to make hay.
The fair was worth while. Met a couple of new folks. They’ve been around the area all their lives and farm up north east in the county.
And last but not least, finally transplanted the flags in the barr ditch to along the walkway. I’d planned to do it in 2000 but didn’t get around to it.
No point in being hasty, you know.
From the reaches,