Time to take up basket making again, or just declare that I'm a basket case...
Dad left so much behind to sort through, his favorite hats are still on the hall tree by the back door. I haven't the heart to get rid of them, yet.
Been doing repairs around the place, which means a hammer, a tube of caulking, and a touch up paint brush are with me at all times. There is also a length of weed wacker string, pruners, fencing pliers, and garden gloves dangling out of other pockets. I need to get one of those cool folding wagons to pack all this stuff around. Cousin Jess had one at the range, and that thing was great for hauling ammo cans, range bags, etc to the stations. The crimson trace came in for the little Sig. Very cool. I wasn't going to get one, (not a budget item) but then they put a $50 rebate on it, and the local gunny gave me a deep discount, and I weakened.
Gave Cousin Jess my cowboy hat from Wall Drug in S Dakota, since he has really been saving my butt with the guns and ammo dollars. I finally got the hat I originally wanted (budgeted for).
Now I have some settling cracks to take care of...
and then painting, and then, and then more legal stuff, and then... my budget is shot to hell, and I haven't gotten my dress for Ali's wedding. Time to get out the sewing machine.
