originally written Saturday (3/21/09) night

We made it to the funeral on time. And missed most of the service as my noisy, fidgety kids preferred the hall to the sanctuary. I’m afraid that PB got the false impression that firetrucks and ambulances are part of it. A lady ran her motorized wheel chair off a step, took an ugly fall, and got taken the hospital by the paramedics as a precaution.  Both PB and my step-cousins son got to talk to the firefighters.

We had a nice visit with my brother afterwards.  He even helped us dig post holes for my new clothes line.  I hadn’t planned on digging holes today but my landlord dropped by to say that he was bringing over the backhoe to move the posts and take out an old stump and a dead tree.  It would have been nice if he could have done the holes too but we aren’t sure quite where the water line is and didn’t want to risk breaking it.

PB got to “help” drive the backhoe.  He loved it.  J helped me take the pictures.  They’re all a little out of focus.  She also helped me make an experimental batch of lemon chicken.  For something I made up as I went along it was pretty good.  And an easy way to repay the favor of post moving.  When we moved in there were abandoned line-posts stuck in concrete laying around.  It’s been almost four years but I’m finally putting them to good use.  Boy did I have to get insistant to get agreement for the idea.  Now I just need to pick up some line tomorrow and I’m ready to go.

I love living in a neighborhood where I can get heavy equipment to do my yard work in exchange for a home-cooked dinner.  Granted, we have awful smog and the public schools are beyond mention, but having community is almost worth the trade-off.

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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