You know how sometimes when you get the mail it’s really not even worth the effort going to the mail box? Well today was definitely not one of those days! When I first looked into the mailbox I thought what in the world is that? The mailbox was full with magazines, newspapers, and then a box. At first I figured it was just something for William. He’s always buying stuff off the internet and I just figured that this is what it was. But as I grabbed the mail, I realized that it was a package for Daryl. Then when I saw the box I knew it was from his cousins in California who raise pistachios. Now this is a good thing to find in the mail box! They’ve sent their pistachios before and they were just awesome. And by the look on Daryl’s face when he was taste testing them tonight – they were as good or even better than before. We’re trying to figure out what we can send these guys from Iowa, but we haven’t come up with the best idea yet. We’ll know it when we see it I’m sure. I have it on my bucket list to someday go out and help them harvest their crop. It sounds like it’s a lot of work, but I think it would be so interesting and just plain cool.
This week I also did something that I haven’t done before. I am on Facebook and belong to what seems like tons of groups that are like huge garage sales but an electronic version. What I saw the other day for sale on one of these groups was a wash tub and stand. And guess what? I bought it. I didn’t know anything about the seller, but I didn’t care because she was from a town only a couple of miles away and I’ve been looking for a wash tub and stand for sometime now. I want to use it in the Roadhouse for a pop/beer cooler and I’m thinking it’ll be just perfect. So I did some errands in town tonight and then I headed over to this persons house. I didn’t know what to expect so I just told myself that it will be fun and an adventure. And what an adventure! Have you ever started to talk to someone and immediately know that you like the person? Well that was me tonight. This girl I swear liked absolutely everything that I did. When I first got there we talked about barns and corn cribs for almost 30 minutes. Yea, someone else that actually likes barns and corn cribs as much as me… can you believe it? Well I was trying to act cool about the whole thing and not creep her out or anything, but when she said how much she liked windmills, I almost died. She was working on putting up some of the old blades on her building. We started to talk about the wash tub that she had for sale and I mentioned that I really like the old stuff from the 50’s. I also said that I had just bought an old galvanized wash bucket the other day and guess what she said? That she also had one. Now that’s kind of scary isn’t it? How many people actually have one of these? At the end of the conversation, we loaded up the wash tub into the Pacifica and she was going to look around to see if she had any ‘treasures’ for sale and let me know if she found any. I’m thinking Jackpot!
And to end the day, we had some mouse traps out in the Roadhouse and when I checked them tonight – we caught the littlest mouse. It all started when I was mowing the last week, and out of nowhere a really little mouse ran in front of the mower. You know when you first look at something and think how cute it is and honestly he really wasn’t hurting anyone. He seriously was about 2 inches long and really fast. Then when he realized that I was there he took off running and was heading for the Roadhouse. What!! Stupid mouse!! So I took off with the push mower (yea, I know it’s not a good thing… ) to try to catch him. I found out quick that if there was ever a push lawn mower race that I was in, I would not ever win it. The mouse got way out in front of me and once he got to the cement, he knew that he wasn’t going to get caught and he found a spot by the overhead door and into the Roadhouse he went. So after buying some of those glue mouse traps, we put them all over in the Roadhouse to see if we could catch him, and it didn’t take long. At first I kind of felt bad for the little guy when I saw him all stuck to the glue, but that feeling didn’t last long at all. Now he’s in the faithful cremation container, (aka the fire barrel), and that’s the end of that.