Day by day...

Today I bought a new face shield for weed whacking, (my old plastic one seems to have disappeared), so I could get the clover and grasses knocked down on the long bank in front of the house.  Only place I could find a mesh one was in RDG.  Which was OK, as it gave me a chance to blow the cobwebs out of Hank, the pickup. Came back, gassed up the weed eater, put on the face shield, and headed out.  My neighbor came over and said, "Geez, you look like Darth Vader with that thing on." 

"Works for me, I'm going full throttle, I have to knock this out before it rains again."  
I had learned my lesson about not using a full face shield, when I did it last time with just my shoot'n glasses on.  Those little pebbles kicked up into your face hurt, and I looked like I had the measles for a week.  The new mesh one works great, much cooler, you can breathe and no fogging up!

After I ran out of daylight to whack weeds, I came in to text a friend that I had managed to get most of it done.  Friend said, now would be the time for you to use that whirlpool tub in the master bath.  I was a little leery of that tub as I had never even turned it on. I have a full bath on my end of the house, and there was never really any reason for me to use the master bathroom.  But, since my arms were still vibrating from the weed eater and my legs were complaining about the circuit training yesterday, I thought what the heck.  Filled that sucker up, turned it on, ran down to my bathroom, grabbed a ball of moisture fizz, threw that in the whirlpool, and stepped in.  Oh my gosh, if I had not wondered if that whizzing sound was my electric meter racing around, I would still be in there.

Dad, bless him, is still effecting things with his dry sense of humor... 

My brother told me on the phone the other day that Dad had told him he could have Dad's wedding ring. Would I ship it to him.  

"Well that's going to be a tough one, because I don't have it!"   

"It's got to be there, Dad said, I could have it!"

"Yes, well he hocked it."

"He wouldn't do that, it must be there!"

"Nope, he hocked it because he wanted to get a bugle!"

"What, why would he do that?"

"Because he wanted a bugle to learn to play taps."

"Why would you let him do that?"

"Let him, it was his ring, he could do with it what he wanted. He decided he wanted a bugle." 

Oh Dad,  I'm sending the bugle on to my brother... lol