I'm on my own today

A few years ago, Cliff was down at Versailles with his brother, Phil.  I don't recall why they were there or why I wasn't, but when Cliff got home, he told me they had driven the backroads around Versailles, Phil showing him some of the various places where their aunts, uncles, parents, and grandparents used to live.  One thing Cliff found out was that the place he remembers as his dad's parents' farm wasn't theirs; they were squatters.  The more I heard about my husband's interesting day, the more I wished I had been with them.  Cliff said sometime we would have Phil do the tour again, and I could go along.  

I brought this up the other day and he said, "Well, I'll call Phil and we'll plan to go."

I assured him I was ready, and was even a little excited about it.  However, I had forgotten one important fact:  I'm a dog owner now.  Gabe will be fine to leave all day when he's grown, but I'm pretty sure he couldn't make it 10 hours at this point.  Besides that, I don't know what he'd do here all alone.  Some dogs destroy furniture and woodwork and such when left alone too long.  So I backed out of what is most likely my last chance of getting this tour, the planning of which had been spearheaded by yours truly.  The plans were made, his brother was involved; I told Cliff to take their sister in my place and enjoy, and I'd stay home with Gabe.

As always, I have a book to pass the time, but I am also making cookies and boiling a turkey carcass from Carthage, Missouri.  My son-in-law kindly had his Carthage relatives save their Thanksgiving turkey frame for me, as he did last year.  He brought it to me double-bagged and frozen, and at that time I had just finished processing the grandson's turkey frame and didn't want to get into that mess again for awhile.  But today's the day.  Those boiling bones smell like Thanksgiving Day.  I'm going to have to stop and find something to eat pretty soon, because it's killing me.  The finished product won't take up nearly as much room in the freezer as the whole skeleton does, and I'll have a quick meal out of it some cold winter day.  Turkey frame soup is a favorite around here.  

The two calves are doing fine, bawling for their bottles every time they see me.  Their bowels have been loose off and on, so I've been giving them two pills a day, and with the one that has the most problem, I've replaced a couple of milk-meals with electrolytes, the last package of which I used today.  I asked Cliff as he was leaving to stop at Orscheln's when he drove past and pick up a few packages of Resorb, because I always want it on hand when there are calves here.

Half an hour later I got a call from Cliff asking, "Are you sure you got that stuff at Orscheln?  Because there isn't any here."  He was at Higginsville with his sister, on the way to pick Phil up.  I told him I was positive, but to just forget about it and we'd find some tomorrow.  

Five minutes later he called again.  "I got it.  Rena asked somebody who works here for help, and they showed us where it was." 

What is it about men that they won't ask for assistance finding something?  

Peace!