Hello, I'm still blogging!

Yesterday went as planned, for the most part, but that's probably because there were no plans.  Daughter Rachel, her girls, and the latest great-grandbaby spent a large part of the day here.  We all ate made-from-scratch corn dogs, as many as we wanted.  In my case, it was three:  two for noontime dinner, one special Nathan's hot dog just for me, for supper.  I've had my fix, and don't care if I see another corn dog until next summer when fair season arrives.  

Rachel, Natalie, and Monica discovered a game to play, with the echo (Alexa) playing moderator.  You hear a snippet of a popular song from whatever decade you choose and guess the name of the song and/or the artist to get points.  Up to five can play, and whoever has the most points wins.  I just sat on the sidelines because I don't bother to learn proper names of artists and songs, and the only music I'm that familiar with is either classic country or folk.  It was fun watching them play, but when the son-in-law got back from visiting his mom in Carthage, nobody else had a chance.  That guy has the best memory of anybody I know, especially when it comes to names of movies, songs and artists.

I had mentioned going on a road trip today, but at the last minute this morning, changed my mind.  Grandson's jeep broke down as he was on his way to Bolivar this weekend to help a friend.  He was pulling a trailer behind him with his four-wheeler on it, so that left him 100-plus miles from home with two vehicles, neither of which would get him home!  His wife, Heather, went down to pick him up yesterday and they hauled the four-wheeler back.  This morning, he and Cliff took the trailer back down to retrieve the jeep.  I decided not to go because he borrowed somebody else's pickup rather than use our gas-guzzler... I don't blame him for that... but I had planned to take Gabe rather than leave him home, thinking we were using our truck.  Once in awhile Gabe gets a little car-sick, and it wouldn't be nice seeing him get sick in someone else's vehicle.  Besides, the grandson has had SUCH a horrible Labor Day weekend (ruined transmission, anybody?), I could see that one extra passenger might just be that much more for him and Cliff to worry about, especially a passenger with a dog:  I seek out rest rooms often while traveling, and sometimes on a long jaunt, Gabe needs a potty stop.  They didn't need that.  I feel good about my decision.

I have a few bulbs to get in the ground while it's moist, and a little okra to pick.  Tomatoes are starting to produce edible fruits now, too.  Not prize-winning tomatoes, but at least something I can use.  So my next move is to go outside with Gabe and act like a gardener.    

If you can't tell, this is a token entry just to remind myself I AM going to be blogging more, and don't you forget it!  It's a mind-set, and I have no excuse now, except that my life is pretty boring these days.  But I think I can get my mojo back.  

Oh, I found Wanda's pimento cheese spread online this morning.  If you had trouble with her directions in the entry yesterday, everything is a lot more specific on the site I discovered.  The recipe is HERE.  There are other recipes almost like it except you boil the two eggs.  I'm sticking with this one, because even Rachel, who, like me, never cared much for pimento spreads, loved Wanda's version.   

I'll close with a little illustration that will teach you uninitiated folks the parts of a tractor.  Just because I can.  

Peace.