Well... Day 2 of CD being in New Bern... his 12 hour days and the fact he has to do manuel labor and he falls asleep at 9:00 make being away from home easy for him....I could say the same thing for myself today!  Not sure why everything int eh house had to break the 2nd day he is away from home.  I rose tot he challange and I too am exhausted tonight...

Woke up to take C to biology class.  The heater wasn't working very well and there was frost on the west side windows...bbbrrrrr... its only Oct!

...dropped C off at bio ( 45 minutes from the house) and hit walmart to see if they had any baby yarn on sale for the little hats I am crocheting...BINGO... some cutie yarn for only 2.50 a skein.  I worked up one hat this evening and it gives just the right size for what I want to send. 

...Poor C is having such a tough time in Biology...we talked about it on the way home.  He knows he is just going to ahve to give a bit more time to it.

...came home and the computer was dead... actually the modem... called C in New Bern who tried talking me through some things.... nothing.... I finally got off the phone with him... took a deep breath and step by stepped followed a process to discover it was a bad plug... Ahh... easy fix once I solved the problem...

..... then the water pump died... now.. I suppose most folks learn from their parents how to fix things.... I applied my knowledge to the situation at hand.... ....years ago my folks owned a really old car... and sometimes it just died....my dad being Superman in disguise ( to me) would simply open the hood, knock three time ( sounds like a Tony Orlando song huh?) with his tool of choice...

.....yep... an umbrella... kept it tucked under the front seat... so it was never fear.... dad and his umbrella are here ( OK.. maybe he was more

...yeah...I'm thinking more Underdog... but it worked!  So... off I trotted with not an umbrella....but a mop...

......I was going to use the broom, but there was something pulsing in the back of my brain about a metal broom pole and striking something with 220 volts.....shades of 9th grade Physical Science trying to push its way to the fore front of my brain.... Mrs. Cook would have been proud... I hit it three times with plastic...it started and stopped and I had to make three runs  to the pumphouse and back... in the dark... with heavy breathing deer ( or obscene hunters) tracking my moves...

...AND a trip back to walmart where Christopher and I sucessfully picked out an oil filled heater thingy guarunteed to keep us cozy while the rest of Kinton Fork freezes...and so after talking to my honee on the phone... weaving a small basket with Christopher, and solving all the micro disasters of the day... I think I'll fix a spot of tea... and mosey on out to the corral and kiss my horsey goodnight( great line John)