Last week was eventful! It was homecoming at the high school, so being the paper lady and a senior football mom had me running in circles. Thankfully the other senior mom, yep, there are only two of us this year, was on top of things. She organized everything. I was just required to show up. I offered to help several times, but she assured me she had it all under control. At first, I was a little taken aback by it, but she did an amazing job, and who am I to stand in the way. Besides, I’m better at the “moral support” and “go fetch and carry” anyway.
Last Sunday, South Central Public Power had its 75th anniversary open house. I think that was the most interesting and entertaining open house I have ever been to! They had light bulbs connected to a bicycle chain and sproket. One was a regular ol’ light bulb and the other LED. People rotated the sprocket, and it powered the light bulb. It was to show how much electricity needed to be generated to power a bulb. The LED was so easy to power, I was able to do it with one hand. The regular ol’ light bulb took a little more effort than I was willing to give. Guess I will be changing out all of my bulbs.
They had a slide show on the company’s history and my takeaway; my great-grandpa was a manager back in the day. LOL! So, of course, I called Dad. He told me about all these cool things Grandpa Ray had done. Then, of course, I asked why our ancestors were so cool, and we were so blase’. Speaking of ancestors, my dad called to tell me George and I might be cousins! He’s been looking through the family tree and found a Bruce from New York state way back in the family history. It might be 45 times or so removed but, whatever! George has often joked and teased me that I might be just a little backwoods, and now I can retaliate by saying, “You’re the one who married your cousin!”
Speaking of George, he came home early from work yesterday and snuck in the house. I was grabbing a late lunch in the kitchen, heard the door creak and thought maybe the wind had blown it open because it doesn’t always latch right. Then I heard the floorboards creak. Most of the time, our friends and family let themselves in, but not in the middle of the afternoon and usually not without announcing themselves. He thought I might be taking a nap and was trying not to wake me. He scared the bejeezus out of me. What came next is not fit for the paper. Let’s just say I won’t be getting any surprises for a while.
I’ve been cleaning in the money pit, we haven’t even moved in. The neighbors must hate us already. When I’m down there alone, I have the music turned all the way up, and I’m usually singing at the top of my lungs, poorly, I might add. I can’t wait to be finished and living there. The work seems never-ending, but it will be so worth it! X’s & O’s.
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