A couple of things Happened this weekend. Unexpected things. Some good, some not the best, but just part of life.
No, it is not about the fox catching turkey chicks again. In fact, on that front, Fireman saw 4 kits (fox) playing in the yard on Sunday and they appeared well fed. We have also seen other Turkey pairs with a bundle of chicks this week. You folks who grew up country must laugh at my naiveté. Keep eating those tics turkeys.
I had that jealous of all of you going to the Stitches Midwest market thing going. So I hopped in my trusty Honda, Rhonda and went to Needles n Pins. Planning on another Half Pi shawl, I came out of there with a beaded bag pattern, cool beads, and bead threader. That’s how it goes for me. Impulsive, yes. Inspired, you bet.
I was keenly aware of a noise Rhonda the Honda was making going over any kind of bump. If you were one of those who passed me, Sorry, I drive slow. I think you all drive way too fast up here, anyhow.
When I got safely home, I followed Standard protocol and reported the noise to Fireman. My diagnosis: something in the trunk is rattling around. Possibly the many bottles of hand sanitizer or a Firefighter helmet.
Fireman took her for a spin right to the mechanic. She was pronounced nearly dead on arrival. Apparently years of Illinois’ salted winter roads rotted her 19 year old carriage to the core. Beyond reasonable repair. I was in shock. I went through all the stages of grief last evening as Fireman and Zach laughed.
Rhonda, how? You have not one drop of rust on you. Zach just drove to Central Illinois with you for a wedding . Then I thanked her for not dumping her parts all over I-94 while Zach drove her. She’s going to salvage soon. We will be a one vehicle family to see if we can do it. I think we can actually. There are other ways to get around…..
By the way great news: Channon is back to posting: Of pups and pearls blog! Missed yoU!