Yesterday, the Old Salt had a doctor's appointment. While we were waiting, in no more than ten minutes, the sky turned black as midnight and the trees started blowing back and forth. I went to the parking lot to move our car closer to the entrance in case the rain came before we left. While outside I took this photo of the darkening sky. By the time I had moved the car I had raindrops falling on my windshield. When I got back to the doctor's waiting room on the second floor of a large medical building I found the staff going around asking everyone to move away from the windows and announcing where we should go if the storm sirens went off. When we left it was raining harder than I can recall in ages. Needless to say, we got very wet and cold running to our car in spite of my moving it closer. Given how long our drought has been I couldn't complain about the weather but I did dig out a pair of heavy fleece pajamas to change into when I got home and started the teakettle.
I have to ask what is it with this word "misspoke" I keep hearing of late. It seems to be popping up all over the place. I even overheard a teenage girl in wal-mart trying to explain something to her mother and when her mother stated she would not be lied too the girl said " I did not lie I just misspoke." Far as I am concerned you can call it anything you want to but this mother knows a lie when I hear one. Misspoke my foot.
|The other day I pulled up to a stoplight and found |
this waiting in front of me. I had to question where
it had been? Or is it going somewhere?
Still do not know the answer.
I was driving by the high school recently and saw the marching band practicing on the ball field. The school does not allow visitors on the field during practice. I pulled over and managed to get this shot from the road. Not the best photography but the Sousaphone player in the tie-dyed shirt on the left is my grandson.
Several weeks ago we had to make a trip into St. Louis. On our return trip we took the scenic route through the backroads. We passed a farm with half a dozen handcrafted wooden items displayed in the yard with "For Sale" signs on them. One was this wagon and I instantly fell in love with it. I could just see it in my yard with a large planter in the spring and summer and loaded with pumpkins in the fall. I won't even get into Christmas. It took me a while to catch someone at the phone number on the sign, Now I'm wishing I had not called. The wagon sells for twelve hundred dollars. Needless to say, it will never find a home at my house.
Over the last few weeks we have been helping some very dear friends move from their country place into a house in town. We also stepped in to wait for the phone and cable installers so they would not have to miss any work. During one waiting session the Old Salt went exploring around the property they were leaving to make sure no valuable items got overlooked in the barns and sheds. During that excursion he took this photo of the cattle pond near the barn. As you can see, only pond scum was left. I do hope the recent rains will have added some more water in this pond before the new owners move in.
This will be all for this week. Hope to see you all back here again next week.
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