Thanksgiving

It's almost time for me to run and get my Little Bit. Afterwards it's a quick lunch, then we shall hit the store and do our Thanksgiving grocery shopping.

I'm sure this will prove to be very expensive. I noticed (earlier) the markets are taking a big hit. This doesn't bode well for us as Americans. This inflation is eating us alive. Bet I pay a pretty penny today for all we'll need and I'm only shopping for two. Our son and DIL have announced they'll eat with her side of the family this year. Such is life.

Anyhow, I'll see you good folks sometime later this evening.

Until then.

Stephen

The Weekend

For once all group members were in attendance, even Pirate Jim, our medic. It sure was nice to have him back.

I'll make this short and sweet and give over a few boring pictures. We're dead set on the completion of our 'Boar's Nest.' Saturday we purchased 1/2" OSB to finish the ceiling. Used screws to secure it.

ShooterSteve finished his 12 volt wiring runs. Soon we'll install the fixtures and with the wire supplied by our good friend and aux member MDR at a very good price, we'll run power to the Nest.

Here's MDR's wire on site. The silver stuff is tape, and yes, it's a pain to remove but at least the wire, some very expensive stuff, arrived in fine condition. Thanks, Bubba.

We had to clear out some work space. Piled it all out on the deck.

Power, supplied by ShooterSteve.

 Above, our medic, Jim and Senior Chief supervising labor.

ShooterSteve running wire.

Above, progress.

Almost finished with the ceiling.

This is my good friend, Duke, striking his John Wayne pose in the doorway.

Just a general shot of the kitchen area.

We had a good time. It was hard work, and sadly, we didn't burn a single grain of gunpowder. But, like I said, we really want to finish the Boar's Nest.

Hey, 'ya'll come back now, 'ya hear....

Stephen

I Wish I Had An Answer; A Request

I've just finished reading this. Please, if you believe in the power of prayer, help this little girl. I know you understand why it hit me so hard.

Thank you. I believe her name is Zoe.

Stephen

Good Morning

I've had a few computer problems this morning - don't know....anyway I will return as soon as possible with an update of our group's weekend.

As this is Monday, it's paperwork day for me. Hate it.

This morning while at McDonald's Little Bit pulled on my arm, asked me to bend down. She then whispered,

"Papa, what does 'donation' mean?"

I explained.

"Oh, it means peoples gives monies to help them when they're in the hospital?"

(We need to work on her plural pronunciation)

"Yes, Sweetheart. When little boys and girls get sick or hurt the money in those containers helps pay for their parents to stay nearby the hospital and for their care in recovery."

The line moves forward, I give my order, I remove my money clip from my pocket. Little Bit steps in and takes my clip before I even realize what's happening. She removes the top folded twenty dollar bill and has that sucker jammed into the slot of the donation container before I can whistle Dixie.    

After this blatant robbery she turns those beautiful brown eyes up to me and smiles.

Me, in a state of utter shock, "Little Bit, that isn't funny."

The lady behind the register hasn't moved. The hoople-head behind uses good common sense and doesn't open his mouth.

Then, "Papa, I know it isn't funny. They hurt and need our help, and you're so sweet and it's almost Christmas I 'knowed' you wouldn't mind and that's why I love you."

Me and my big mouth.

See you guys later.

Stephen