writing on a rainy day
the fat from the pork center cut,
in the cast iron skillet,ready for those
baby reds.....they were wrong on first
cut, then mushy, then garbage.
johns meat market, a trip in itself.
wonder if ol Reed Murphy up on
Bat Cave road recovered from his
gal bladder surgery.
Bev expanded the cafe in the
art gallery this week.
New deli style kitchen..
she went for a new pannini grill.
hmmmmm.....
working on the home everyday.
polishing, fixing, ect...next time,
I won't, or shouldn't, have to fix the
repairs from towing it.
two panels and kickstand about
two weeks and four hundred dollars.
I wonder if the cia shot down the
spy satalite......
and a big shout out too wisconsin.
Barack all the way baby!!!!!
the bluegrass makes her back hurt,
I love it,,,Bev is very Carolina.
the rain hits the camper, the dog
outside with his nose towards the
girls on the hill. Fixed the coffee grinder
and waiting for the coffee to cool a bit.
No electricity, hand grinder.
Bought from Riddles antique and jewelry,
pawn shop. Riddle reminds me of
Gino, from the marina.
oh yeh, no more wet cold box in my trunk.
I got the gas fridge working in home.
very cool. no more cooling beer in creek,
or early mornings outside looking for the
male syrup or eggs.
cold at night hot during day.
haven't ran heat for two nights.
I hope my apple is still good.
damn potatoes.
