Happy BirthDay Frieda mine

Sparing no great expense I took my beloved out for a special breakfast at our loco Connie Island restaurante. Making a special stop I made doubly sure I brought my honey safely home.
When I’ve emptied the jar, I take it back for a bee keeper’s refill.
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While motoring over to the Crossroads I drove us a couple extra miles looking for a new kitting/crocheting yarn source for Frieda’s projects. Only lead I had gotten didn’t work out. Sooo, her yarn needs will have to wait until I have to make a run into one of the bigger burgs.
After a slightly early lunch I mounted the WD45 with wood hauler in tow to bring back a couple cattle panels from the other end for the farm in the hollow. I brought back three gates instead to hold the calves in particular out of the loading shed. That place has turned into an orfal filled swimming pool. I had even tried to plow a drain of sorts out of that shed, only to meet an icy curb frozen into the soil unprotected by the roof. For filling in entertainment I put assorted goods away.
Thinking I could put Ugly into the shop I found the freaking shop filled with another project. When I complained (nicely of-course) Tom admitted he’d moved this one. I asked, just how long must I wait for shop use? My Ugly truck becoming another junk for no needed shop’s use in the end. II guess I might better be making some phone calls for Haulster wiring supplies. That scooter already in the shop I’ll cross up the masses getting it going.
For supper had a soup in a bread bowl dish I had to cut with a knife. And finished off that bottle wine I had left unfinished a couple nights ago. I think I’ll have some of that pumpkin pie I had baked last night. Wonderful pie, pumpkin. As close to destroying it in an extended oven’s used heat. Well, it had still come out tasty. I’ll admit to nothing else.
“Rainbows.”
Fernan