Not much to say and no time to say it. It's closing in on 2:00 am and hubby is at work. He was on his way home when he had to go right back on account of the storm. It was really rough weather but I haven't had the radio or TV on to know what is and was going on with the weather. I can hear torrents of water rushing down the creek out back and a deafening chorus of frogs and or toads, they must like all the water.

I made about 5 gallons of ditney and mint tea today to put in the freezer. I freeze it in empty 2 leader jugs. Timmy and I went for a juant in the woods yesterday to pick the ditney. It's good, and brings back memories from40 years ago when us girls used to trapes through the woods at Whetstone and gather it in to brown paper sacks, before the days of Wal-mart sacks. I heated up the house while I was making it, it was 80 degrees in here, sweltering.

Yes, we had some good omelets at mom's the other day. Timmy and I even had one the next day with the leftovers. I'm looking forward to the rest of the leftovers in the morning, well, a few hours from now.

Think I'll call Hubby and make sure he's OK, before I go to bed, make sure he didn't hit a fallen tree out there on 62, that's a bad road to be on in rough weather, especially if a person is sleepy and has been up for 20 hours. Weatherwise, he may be out all night and all day tomorrow. I hear it thundering again, I'd hoped it was all over with. Good night.

Guilty or Not Guilty

O.K., the jury has been selected, every one has been seated and the Judge has approached the bench. He sits down and calls the court into session. The first witness is called forward. The incident unfolds something along these lines. The witness and companion are traveling together and reach their destination. Vehicle slows, stops, and driver gets out, walks to rear. Valuables in car must be kept secure, if stolen or tampered with, great trouble could arise. A timespan of at least an hour will elapse before they return . Said passenger exits vehicle, stows valuables behind seat, looks to see if the key is removed from steering column, yes it has been and is nowhere in sight. Passenger in question hits the lock button and closes door. Doors are now secured so walks toward rear also. Driver looks back, aghast, just in time to realize that the lock button has been pushed and door has closed. "You didn't lock the doors did you?" driver asks, very upset. Said passenger assures driver that yes, doors are locked, valuables secured. Driver retorts, "!@#@$%$#&$%& I guess you realize there's only one key and it's locked up inside, don't you?" passenger replies, " I looked first to make sure and it's not in the ignition." Drivers response is, [as if looks could kill] "Well, we'll just have to break the window, there's no other way in." Errands are finished, driver and passenger return to vehicle. Pliers and prybar are used in attempt to gain entrance. No progress is made. Passenger looks in window and makes the remark, "There are no keys in there," and stops just short of continuing with, "So they must be in your pocket." Driver interrupts with, "They are in there, I should know, I threw them in the floorboard." Further attempt is made but the vent window cannot be opened. Said driver is on a short time limit to be at place of business, temper is by now short so window is broken and entrance is gained. All is well, or is it? Now, jury, who is at fault, the passenger who locked the doors or the driver who removed the keys from the ignition and threw them in the floorboard for save keeping? What, can't thieves see keys on floorboards? Just what are pockets for anyway? Just mere feet, across the road, keys were taken from the ignition of another vehicle and attempt was made to steal it. So who's right and who's wrong. Who pays for a new window, driver or passenger? Are both guilty as charged? Go figure.

Nuttin Much

Can't think of anything worth writing about, hence the silence. Except the hamster. Everyone is asleep but him, or it, don't really care. A little boy at church gave it to him because he got bit and was afraid of it. I didn't want it, no way no how, hubby don't like it but 'Little Britches ' loves it. I have to put it in the basement at night so we can sleep. It makes no noise but it's wheel rattles when he's in it and he's constantly in it at night, guess it gives him something to do. He slings his poop out of the cage, messy little dude. He sleeps all day and comes alive after dark. Timmy named him 'Diesel.' I can hear him down stairs now, running full tilt, with no place to go but around and around and around and........

What can we do to help Rachel? Get your thinking caps on. Short of the kids coming home, I don't know what would help her, any suggestions?

It's pouring rain and the wind is really whipping up, I need to go to bed but don't like to lay in there under that overhanging tree, all three of us are under it. I wish he'd get it cut but it's not a priority, talked of it for years. I must needs go, just trust that the tree stands and sleep like a baby. Hubby's on call, wouldn't surprise me to hear the phone ring soon and he'd have to go in, this kind of weather does stuff to phones. Big generators on wheels need hauled to different sites when the electric goes out, backup batteries are used, trees fall on lines, cell sites on top of hills have there problems and so on and so fourth. Good night.

RUTH I CAN'T GET YOU ON THE PHONE, CALL ME.8:45

S. Elaine, Papa wants to know where the little case is that the eye goggles were in? The ones you used Sunday to scrape paint.

Lucena R., plans may change on keeping Little Britches Thursday and Friday. Aunt Barb said he could stay over and play with her grandkids. I drove in their driveway tonight and they started yelling, "Timmy, Timmy, Timmy." I got out and said, " You boys didn't want to play with Timmy did you?" They both said, "Yes we do, we love Timmy, we want him to come over every night and play." The other day Barb said if they ask one time if Timmy was coming over, they ask 30 times. Said she finally told them, "If you ask one more time, I'm going to......" What ever it was. Don't know for sure but she said to bring him over and let them play, spend the night. We'll see.

Timmy and I drove over to Mom Moms tonight and gave her tax money for 74 acres, she said it would help. Her taxes were $l,8oo. Yikes! and she has no income. Brother-in law also gave some on his 80 acres.

Hubby plowed for 4 1/2 hours tonight then Tim and I had to go pick him up down at the river bottoms at the old dam. Had to quit, ran out of gas, nearly.

Yikes again, just looked at the time, the clock is lieing, has to be, it says 2:30! Nighty nite.

Guess Who

42 years ago, can you believe it? Found this picture and it was laying here handy so here it is, I never liked it.

About Saturday, guess I'll try to go if there's room. Anyone talked to Rachel about going? If we have too many for the little car, we can take our vehicle but it's a real gas hog.

Do we need to take dinner since we'll be there around that time? Her gang may be there too, and John. What could we take? Sunday is Mothers day, what could we take her? Take a big pan of lasagna? spaghetti fixings? Pick up pizza?

Took Timmy to the river to fish today. He has begged himself silly for weeks and I got tired of having to say, "No, not now, I have too much to do" or "No, we don't have time now, it's too late, or cold, or muddy water or high water, or no bait, or daddy will take you when he has time." We didn't even get a bite, which disappointed him, but he picked up a handful of sea snails, as he called them. Lost two lures and a bobber. He needs someone to take him that knows how to fish and catch something.

Hubby plowed 13 hours today, took a personal day off to help so they could plant.

It's well past midnight and I was waiting on the dryer but think I'll call it a night.

Oh Ruth, my ox is in the ditch again. I have a denist appointment Thursday and I'll be cleaning at the lodge on Friday, any suggestions concerning Little Britches?

Bea's a Buzzing

At 2:45 it's to late to chat, gotta get up and go to The Bea Hive in the morning to let mom have a day off 'cause S. Belle is comming to work in the garden, good for her. I had a lot to do to get ready, hence the unearthly hour. Good night.

Hi, just a note to let you know that I,m still kicking, it's just too late to kick any longer tonite, [or thismorning.] Been busy, got in late, walked boundary line and drove stakes, picked off ticks, wadded through mud, generally got disgusted over the whole thing, too bad, so sad, good night.