Our granddaughter, Ava, just celebrated her 8th birthday and, of course, I had to drive down to help! Will had a bad night with several bouts of acid reflux so he decided to stay home and chuck wood into the fire while packaging more seeds. We had a great time watching Ava and her friends play games and tear into the gifts. It was a nice winter day — not too awfully cold and no snow. So it wasn’t a bad 2½ hour drive down and back. When it came time to sing happy birthday, Mason got out his trumpet and played along with us. Nice job, kiddo!
I was so lucky as a friend, Carla (who I hadn’t seen for something like 27 years), stopped by after the party. She had retired from her work and moved “back home” to the area. That was so nice! We talked about our families, old times attending various farmer’s markets, and vowed to not let it be so long before we visited again.
When I got home, I noticed that the plow truck was gone. Will had said he was going to plow the rocky trail down to our place in the pasture where he parked the stock trailer. We have a steer going to butcher on the 24th so he needed to get the trailer up the hill and ready to load. Oh oh — no truck and deep snow. Hmmm. Yep, it was stuck. He’d driven the crawler loader down there to help plow and it wasn’t running right. It kept stalling out. So today he’s busy shoveling the plow truck out and trying to get the crawler loader working. As it’s a diesel, that can be a real chore. Here’s hoping! — Jackie