This morning I started a search for
pics to go with the next post I had mind – which has only been written in my
head and outlined on paper, but still needs to be transferred which I had
planned today but things don’t always go according to plan . . . like yesterday
morning seeing Riddle before the town awakens and the streets have no traffic
on them whatsoever.
I did not notice any traffic as I
drove to the blueberry patch this morning.
The drive seems long each time I go out there, but somehow felt even
longer this morning. I had gone a
different way than I had the other 12 – 20 times I’d gone there before. The sun shining directly over the spotty
windshield did not help matters. I felt
like I had been driving for half an hour at least.
I wish I had left the house
sooner. It had been cool when we first
arrived, but warmed up really quick – not as hot as yesterday morning, but
still – not the most comfortable temperature.
The berries did not seem as big and
full as they had been last year. It’s
also later in the season, but they just started accepting pickers yesterday.
Roland had wanted us to return with 50 pounds.
That is a lot for just two people to pick. We stopped at eight, but returned to the
patch for seven more bringing us to a grand total of 15. I told Jenna that 15 and 50 sound a lot
alike. We decided we’d return on
Saturday with Roland.
Neither Jenna nor I had eaten before
we left the house. She ate as she
picked. Of course it didn’t fill
her. (That girl’s a walking
stomach.) I debated on whether to stop
somewhere for breakfast or return to the house first. Roland was quite disappointed that we had not
picked more. Last July we had picked
over 20 pounds in record time – but there were six of us picking! This morning it was just me and Jenna.
I couldn’t park in the driveway as
the big yellow truck had returned. I
only saw one worker, though I believe there were more. Surely it was more than one person making all
that noise. I checked something on the computer before making my way to the
kitchen. Roland and a worker were talking.
I asked Jenna if she just wanted to go out to eat – like she’s going to
say no – but Roland ended up fixing breakfast for us and I was reminded of a
meeting I had scheduled for this afternoon and told Jenna I that I would take
her with me – though I didn’t particularly want her at the meeting, I had
already promised that I would take her to the library and the location of the
meeting was between the library and our house.
Roland made us blueberry
pancakes. We were at the library for
less than an hour when I received a phone call from one of the committee members
asking if I could meet her earlier. So,
I checked out the media I had collected and assisted with writing information
on a card as we are back to the way check-outs had been done back in the day as
we are no longer on a computerized system.
Myrtle Creek isn’t as strict about
the checkout procedure as Riddle. As of now, patrons are only allowed two items
for up to three weeks. I don’t believe a
limit has been given to the patrons of Myrtle Creek. Riddle uses clear plastic jackets for their
cards. MC has the old fashioned oaktag pockets
– which are easier to fasten to book or DVD but obviously cover more and can’t
be read through as the pockets used by Riddle.
I filled out an application for a card. Jenna asked me to take a picture of her in the tent - I couldn't fit the entire tepee into my camera.
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| this is the display case featuring some of the houses from the little pig story as told on the grand opening |
After taking pictures, we left the library and I put my items in the trunk and
drove to the location of the meeting (which we normally have at the Church but
thought we would try something different this month – and it seemed to be
successful)
After the meeting, I brought Jenna
home with intentions of getting on the computer to look up some things and
create minutes to send out. The yellow truck
was still in the driveway; in addition, there was a white truck marked plumber
parked on the side. I sat down to turn
on the computer before I notice that the power had been shut off. Oh, my word.
It is soooooo hot. (We are
blessed to have a cool breeze blowing in the room as I’m certain the
temperature in all other parts of the house are 20 degrees above the
bedroom. I don’t know why the
temperature always feels so much different in that part of the house.
In addition to the heat, it appears
a group of flies have entered the house as well. Damn them!!!
Currently Roland is going through the house with an exterminator. We have never seen a rat since we’ve been here,
but apparently, they have been living under the house and have been causing
problems. Even though we have all this activity going on, we are truly
blessed. Even Jenna who is still without
a room. It really would be nice having
her in Salt Lake with her brothers. At
the same time, I’m grateful that she can experience these inconveniences.
We now have a/c and fan running. Plants thirsty and watered. I’m showered and it feels nice. This wasn’t my intended post. Hopefully tomorrow.
