Memoirs Revisited
So many things to write about.
I hadn’t been that shaky tired for a long time. My truck even sighed and died (temporarily) at one of the Hunts. I had to be jumped and then get two new batteries.
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My stained glass panel sold at the Silent Auction during the Ball, as well as my silly painting. So I made a little bit of money for our Hunt.
I’ve finally gotten the photos on the computer, so here they are.
I figured, there are so many classical paintings and prints of Fox Hunting. Few, if any, modern-esque-style ones.
Plus, I had fun with acrylics and geometrics. And no one had to have their ear cut off.
There’s a Hunt this morning……………………..but I’m still at my kitchen table in my jammies. It’s a long drive, and I have narcoleptic-tendendies on a good day.
Not a good combination with my long rig and a long, early-morning, foggy drive on the Interstate.
I figured I’d count my blessings and stay home.
I need to put in a few fence posts anyway. The front gate is not free-swinging.
I’m not sure it ever was.
I have a telephone pole already cut for just that purpose . I have an old, tired fence-post-hole-digger with my name on it (it looks much like I feel).
Have I mentioned before that I want an auger attachment for the tractor’s PTO?
I’m sure I have………….
…And I’m sure I do.
I’ll use up any extra energy that I might have digging post holes today.
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Oh, and yesterday………………all day……………….was spent sorting and putting away laundry…………..a week’s worth…
I don’t know what my family was wearing while I was riding……(?)
Doesn’t anyone else in this house know how to fold a towel?
Just saying…