I plugged in the camera wire to download a picture of  the LPSH cowbell from the Catholic Rummage Sale and found about 70 pictures of Shane in a Wubba exercise.  So, I guess this is pretty much the Shane post. However, Secret Agent Woo wants to send this message: Lunch A and Lunch B are okay because the food is hot.

I have no idea what the letters stand for, other than the H & S, of course.

Now, himself:

Looking at you.

Got the Wubba.

Ready to go.

Not this yard – Mother’s – and a marathon mowing session that stretched from about 1pm to 8pm. I had a couple of breaks, as did the mower, but I was pushing it and started thinking – I actually thought this – a machine doesn’t have a heart; a machine gets to a point and stops. I thought, “You should stop and check the oil because it is so hot out, but I didn’t.  So, at the very last, at the far north end, it chugged and stopped and the oil light came on.

Boy, that oil was hot. Machines are smart enough to know when they have to stop. I’m glad for that – especially when they are expensive machines. Maybe, though, some machines have hearts – like the planes in WWII that brought brought crews home on a wing and a prayer. But in an Indiana field there was no need for such heroics. I sat there, made a phone call, sat some more and then got it started and we went directly to its shed.

I was filthy with the sweat of the day and the thrown back grass clippings, but I pulled my Dorfman hat on

and looking like a character from The Grapes of Wrath, went into Taco Bell and ordered Deal #3 and a 99¢ 5 layer beefy burrito. ( FYI: Deal #4 is that same 99¢ burrito as its main item, while Deal #3 has a gordita supreme which goes for $1.89)

Oh, they just called to say the Catholic Rummage Sale is going on . . . .

I’m back. I took Cameron and he got a couple of VHS tapes and I got retro tableclothes for $1 and a vintage bell to ring a football games from a defunct high school (50¢º. The lady watched my choices go into the bag and said, “You have a good eye.” I told Cameron that was a great compliment. I also got a monk for a dollar, but it’s for secret use in a Christmas present.

Okay, now the FO girl. I got a call on the way up to Mother’s from Summer. Sounded like sobs mangling the words It was horrible. I knew better – she admitted it wasn’t bad at all and friends were glad to see her and she has Lunch A which is so much better than Lunch C.

Well, I am trying to convince her that we need to vacuum Shane with the wet/dry power sucker. He is shedding – big time. It’s as if baby bunnies are lying around on the floor . . . and our clothes.