|Second cut. Scott figures his skills are improving.|
He even gave Emil a nice mohawk but Emil insisted he didn't want to keep it.
The sun is shining — woo hoo! — and Everett and I are off to town. Since we were there yesterday (he has completed his driving instruction and can soon go for his road test; this could be a good thing, and then again not, for if I have a driver to send off on his own to do my bidding, I might never leave the yard) and picked up groceries, today will be a lazier one than usual, with fewer things to do.
We've found a supplier of fresh farm eggs and today will meet the seller in front of the library to exchange dollars for cartons. I'm thrilled about that, particularly after being reminded of the horrors of factory chicken and egg farms.
And it's a library day. Nothing I've ordered has come in, but I'll still come home with a stack of books.
As for news, not much. Aunt Shirley called this morning looking for a ride to her accountant's in Foam Lake, as my cousin is using her vehicle after getting into an accident with his own. So one of these afternoons I'll be heading south.
Grandma is doing well. She's feeling good and even cracking jokes, I hear. Gotta get up there one day soon.
And, since it's International Woman's Day, here are a few facts you might not be aware of: