Wednesday morning, shortly before I started on lunch, the internet went down. It was more than just those momentary "outs" that have seemed rather regular of late. It went down completely. I ended up calling the support line and went through the whole thing fairly well--until I was getting off the phone. It was then that I goofed and in such an embarressing (but hilarious) fashion. Before I said "Good-bye" to the lady I was speaking to, I said, "I love you!" Before you gasp too hard, let me explain that there are just a very, very few people I speak to on the phone with any regularity and it is perfectly natural and acceptable for me to say "Love you!" before hanging up. In other words, it's just habit. It really was funny. Katherine was like: "Did you really just say that???" Um, yes....
Next day (yesterday), the tech-guy came out and got us all hooked up with internet--we "upgraded" so to speak, and now the internet is faster! Everybody will like that. :)
I processed carrots this week. I started on Monday and got a little over two gallon bags filled. I didn't get to the rest on Tuesday (we went to town), but I did get around to it Wednesday afternoon and got the rest of the carrots peeled and cut. I processed them yesterday while the technician was here.
I went to the Post Office today--twice. I needed stamps and to send a stack of music books to a friend (you know who you are). Well, I had looked on USPS website and determined there that using two flat rate boxes of a particular size that I could get them shipped (Mom had told me to get the flat rate boxes), but it appears that the local Post Office didn't have those particular sizes. Anyway, the kindly employee got a box that they all fit in--but it really was too big and the edges would have gotten munched very throughly by the time it reached it's destination...so I screwed up my face and thought and told the guy that I had a box at home that they would fit in and that I would be back. So, I came home and packed the box (they fit perfectly in the box I had in mind) and took it back to the Post Office.
I decided to fuel my car on the way home. That went fine and dandy until it came time to pull out of the gas station. I didn't jump a couple of times when I probably could have (that time of day is not the best for going to the gas station on that particular road) and the guy in the Ford whatever-it-was behind me got impatient and started beeping his horn at me. Anyway, I didn't do anything stupid in my irriation like jump out in front of the Mack trucks coming down Main Street. I just simply cannot stand it when people beep their horns at me. I do not like traffic--even light traffic. (I'm a country kid and I'm used to little used back-roads; besides which, I really have done a large portion of my driving in an '93 pick-up truck so I tend to drive everything like that. Careful of not getting myself out there in the way. I tend to forget the red car has a really peppy engine.)
This evening, we had a load of wood delievered. Mr. M from church, with his two eldest sons (I'd guess they are someplace along the lines of 10 and 8), showed up with a truck bed full of wood--most of it split, but some of it needing to be split still. Mr. M told me that this was a celebrity tree--it came from Payton Manning's yard! (For those of you who don't know, Payton Manning was the Indianapolis Colt's quarterback up until about a year, year and a half ago. I think the team's playing has gone sharpely downhill since he left, but don't tell Grandpa I said that! He's a staunch Colt's fan. :D) I thought Mr. M was pulling my leg...but it appears he wasn't; I couldn't hear the greatest over the splitter, but apparently the man the wood came from had a sister or something like that who used to work for Payton Manning (probably greens-keeper or something along those lines) and that's how he ended up with access to this particular "celebrity" tree. Interesting little tidbits one picks up.
Anyway, we cranked up the splitter and went ahead and split the stuff that needed splitting. I ran the machine and Mr. M did the lifting; Katherine stacked the split stuff and the eldest M boy hauled/rolled the stuff to his dad.
I just heard, "When's dinner? I'm hungry!" so I reckon I'd been meander myself out to the kitchen and start slicing onions and such like. See ya around, folkies!