Monday Coffee Hour ~ Car Repairs ~ Noodles ~ Surviving the Party

Grab a cup, and enjoy!

Wood splitting was stalled again this past weekend.  First, Hubby got a call to go in for work Saturday morning.  On his way home, he met up with Oldest Daughter and drove her car out to our place.  It was so funny to see that tall man crammed into such a small car.  Ha ha ha!

After $120.00 and a few hours later, he was driving it back up to her work.  It purred like a kitten instead of putter, putter, shake, grunt, and stall. She'll need to change a filter too, but it won't stall in the rain now.



It dried up enough to step into the garden part way, and pick a few squash and green beans.  The rest of it was still a mushy mess.  You know me though.  I find other work, or should I say, it finds me?

I started restocking my noodle supply. Imagine that?  I found work to do, ha ha!   Two batches made, and one to make today.  I can't dry it in the house, due to humidity and moisture, so thankfully I have my dehydrator.  Too many flies this year anyway.  

  

Sunday, the rain poured down on us again.  Hubby and I sat on the front porch, before it got windy and nasty.  We were trying to recuperate from the party chitter chatter, and lack of sleep. 

First the party gals woke us up at 3:00am, then again at 6:30am.  A few of them were banging around in the kitchen making breakfast.  We had no problem falling asleep Sunday evening.  There was pre-party drama, then the party drama, then the post-party drama.  Thanks to facebook and it's magical powers,and there are now always girls that have their feelings hurt for not being invited, those who were invited who look for finding ways to get out of not showing up.  The drama here alone will make a parent roll their eyes, sip their coffee and lock themselves out of the house for a few hours (because the party gals all chickened out and slept indoors for the camp-out party).  

Here are a few more photos I took the time to enjoy, while locked out on my porch, searching for a reason not to sing made up songs about boating, water, or floods.

It looks like a bug is in the water droplet at the bottom of the hosta flower.

Our front yard had flooded by 4:30pm.  The river was already flooded, so there wasn't much room for it to go anywhere but over the highway.  

This was inspired by Patricia at Corn in my Coffee Pot (Index card drawing).  My kids asked me if I drew it.  It's my teensy bit of artsy fartsy talent, with no subject in mind.  On the back I wrote a motivational quote.