"Another drive-thru disaster. Once back home you find you're shorted butter, syrup and utensils and if an ordering mishap wasn't enough from one window to the next...the breakfast sandwiches were still screwed up! How does a sausage egg and cheese muffin get confirmed as a bacon egg and cheese biscuit end up as a steak egg and cheese bagel? The purpose of the drive-thru is to save time. Why do drive-thru orders always need to be micro-managed???? And why is it they never give you a receipt? Why would I dare expect more from a chain? On a lighter note I guess getting screwed for breakfast will just give me more time later in the day!!!"
After breakfast Carlo power washed the front porch and sidewalk and it looks brand new.
I pulled firewood from the fallen storage area and also walked the road looking for some of our missing stuff...the game continues. FYI: Never an end and never a winner. And of course, no prizes! No pumpkin. No ladybug. No flower box. So far for me - no luck! At 9:30 some friends stopped by for a visit for the rest of the morning. After they left, I got back to the firewood chore and Carlo worked on the tractor. This would be the same brand new tractor with all new parts due to the last flood that only cut the grass once before its demise! After a trip to the store for (more) parts, he got it running. Such a McGuyver!
We decided to take apart the wood crib and salvage what wood that we could. The crib was full of more acorns than we have trees and one could only imagine that when the crib fell from the pressure of the flood - that the chipmunks must have thought they were right in the midst of their own tsunami with a side of earthquake. These same said chipmunks look like albinos. Most certainly due to a lack of food and sunlight. Everything here needs sunlight, even the trees have no color. I feel like I'm living in a sepia colored world! Even the squirrels are lacking color!
We were able to recycle the acorn stash and fill the holes that were left behind when the 2x4's of the wood crib were uprooted from the ground. The wood was soaked from having been in the water for about a week so we lost quite a bit of it to the outside fire pit. Looks like a burn will be a comin'!
Carlo attempted to drive the tractor down to the river but it sunk into the wet ground and he couldn't cross the "new pond" - but he was able to cover himself with lots of mud splatter! With that failed attempt, we added it to our list of this days mishaps; other entries include the chain saw jamming up, the tarp that wouldn't come off the wood crib, the repair of the chain saw (backwards? Are we in Australia or does that only count for toilets that are down under???), and our legs and backs that were k-i-l-l-i-n-g us - make that K-I-L-L-I-N-G us in all caps just for the emphasis! And as the saying goes...without all this bad luck...we would have none. Carlo was able to get the tractor into the shed with the assistance of a couple of ramps and Norm cooked us a fantastic dinner. We ran a few errands and got back for the bonfire.
Carlo used an entire can of charcoal fluid and a flare. After quite a while he figured the wood was just wetter than we thought and the fire would need to wait until another visit.
As we were watching TV a huge noise, like a blast, sounded - okay it wasn't really that loud, but there was a noise that caught our attention. And then the trees started glowing...Fire - Fire - Fire in the pit! I guess that wood wasn't so wet after all! Ewww, look at this fire pit. We need a prettier fire pit...add it to the list!
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