Friday, July 1, 2011
Thursday, June 30, 2011
The Day of Ben Franklin
This was another beautiful day here. The sky was sunny and blue, while the breeze was consoling to an outside worker. I was with the children most all of this day. We had small adventures with the animals here on our small farm. We pride ourselves in believing it is a safe haven and a learning experience for all. Recently we made cheese from the milk we have been gathering from our very own goat. All of these things are also new to me. The children and I are learning numerous lessons as we "farm". Not the least important is how to restrain a goat so that she is not able to kick the milking pail over. It took me the better part of two weeks to figure that out, and I am still making improvements to the method of restraint. Of course, you can not milk a wary goat of hardly a single drop of milk without a stanchion. Though it may look like something from the dungeons of a medieval castle built in the 1300's circa, I can assure you it has its place on the modern age milking scene. It is designed so that you place a small bit of grain in a pan to where as the goat will stick her head between two boards. One of the board hinges so that it my swivel. Both have a small notch sawn in to them so that her neck will fit but she is unable to pull her head out between them once locked in to place. For a while the goat is happy to be in the head lock position. But before too long she eats up all the grain and becomes bored of my squeezing on her teats to procure the milk I am keeping her for. It is at this time I have to have her foot tied to the floor, else wise she would kick the milking pan over as she attempts to kick my hand off of her teat. This wrestling match has become quite violent. She is a goat with spunk, and so am I. Two nights ago she three times turned the stanchion over, with her still on it. I three times picked her and the stanchion up. I eventually got a little over a quart of milk from her, and a deep scratch on my right hand. It was a bit comical, though not at the time. I since have added a 1x4 board to the front legs of the stanchion. like this. ___L____J__ The board is nailed from the left leg to the right leg at ground level, it extends out beyond the legs. The effect is I have a much wider base on the stanchion, and she can no longer sway it so much that it will turn over on her, on me. Now for the last few days the milking has gone pretty much without incident. I've also learned how to grab her leg up high and squeeze her leg tendon. If done correctly she can not move her leg and kick. This is a good thing to know because untying a goats foot can actually take more athleticism than tying it up. You need speed, accuracy, and practice to tie it down. You need all of that and some luck to untie it without getting kicked, unless you know the hold on the leg tendon. Another lesson learned is that you don't want to rush the goat to get on the stanchion. It has become apparent to me that it is wise to take a little time and let her prepare for the venture. If you don't she might repay you by peeing or pooping on you while you are trying to milk her. Although she has never done that to me while on the stanchion, there was a time I was trying to get her out of some brush she was entangled in. She repaid me by filling my right shoe with goat urine as I tried to push her from behind up a hill and out of the brush. Perhaps I pushed on a kidney or the bladder. We had words over that. In short I told her she was a baaaaaaad girl for doing that. She without remorse ate her weeds and looked at me as if to say, "what?" Fortunately they were creek wading shoes and were none the worse for the wear after a little cleaning.
There are other lessons learned by the observance of animals. Often similarities can be struck between animal behavior and human. One day as my goat was getting on the stanchion I though about how stupid she was to stick her head in the gate for the food in the bucket. For in just a few seconds I was going to make it impossible for her to leave until I was through with milking her. I knew after only a minute or two she would no longer wish to be in the position she just put herself in. In effect, she sold herself for "a bit of the red". She is not hungry in the starvation since of the meaning, but she likes the grain treat that's in the pan. And so she sticks her neck out, and then I have her. How much different is it for those who slave at the factory so that they can have the 50 inch plasma, the new shinny automobile, and the two car garage that is so full of junk you can't even get one car in? Are we no smarter than goats?
You may notice that this post is written differently than my other posts. This is because I have been listening to an MP3 of Benjamin Franklin's autobiography. He had a distinguished way or writing that I enjoy listening to. He was an interesting person. He spoke more than just a few languages, French being one of them. He was an author and a scholar. After listening to his book and his prose I feel we might have lost the ability to express ourselves in a dignified manner over the last century. Perhaps from this vulgarity and the profaning of language, with the induction of slang words and expressions, we have allowed our very nature to become vulgar and profane. If one tends to speak on a higher level than the street expressions that are so prevalent in today's society, one naturally begins to think on a higher plane of all things. If you doubt it then you should try it and see for yourself. You might be surprised at how your thinking of unsaid words will follow what your mouth enunciates, or your pen dictates.
At this time I must conclude this entry. It is late, and I need to retire for the evening. I hope you have enjoyed it. Please let me know if you enjoyed how this entry was written, or not. It is more challenging to write in such a manner as this, but I find it more fulfilling than my other way of writing. So what do you think?
Goodnight.
There are other lessons learned by the observance of animals. Often similarities can be struck between animal behavior and human. One day as my goat was getting on the stanchion I though about how stupid she was to stick her head in the gate for the food in the bucket. For in just a few seconds I was going to make it impossible for her to leave until I was through with milking her. I knew after only a minute or two she would no longer wish to be in the position she just put herself in. In effect, she sold herself for "a bit of the red". She is not hungry in the starvation since of the meaning, but she likes the grain treat that's in the pan. And so she sticks her neck out, and then I have her. How much different is it for those who slave at the factory so that they can have the 50 inch plasma, the new shinny automobile, and the two car garage that is so full of junk you can't even get one car in? Are we no smarter than goats?
You may notice that this post is written differently than my other posts. This is because I have been listening to an MP3 of Benjamin Franklin's autobiography. He had a distinguished way or writing that I enjoy listening to. He was an interesting person. He spoke more than just a few languages, French being one of them. He was an author and a scholar. After listening to his book and his prose I feel we might have lost the ability to express ourselves in a dignified manner over the last century. Perhaps from this vulgarity and the profaning of language, with the induction of slang words and expressions, we have allowed our very nature to become vulgar and profane. If one tends to speak on a higher level than the street expressions that are so prevalent in today's society, one naturally begins to think on a higher plane of all things. If you doubt it then you should try it and see for yourself. You might be surprised at how your thinking of unsaid words will follow what your mouth enunciates, or your pen dictates.
At this time I must conclude this entry. It is late, and I need to retire for the evening. I hope you have enjoyed it. Please let me know if you enjoyed how this entry was written, or not. It is more challenging to write in such a manner as this, but I find it more fulfilling than my other way of writing. So what do you think?
Goodnight.
Monday, June 27, 2011
Cheesy does it
Today I made goat cheese with some home grown herbs mixed in for flavor. It was delightfully good, of course. It took about 3 quarts of milk to make 9oz of cheese. It is easy to make. -
Heat milk to 180 deg.
Turn off burner and add 1/4 cup of lemon juice.
Stir slightly for good mix.
Strain mixture through several layers of cheese cloth laid in a colander.
After strained tie four corners of cheese cloth around a bib wooded spoon and hang for 1.5 hours.
After hang drying put cheese in a bowl and mix in herbs.
A clove of garlic, 1/2 teaspoon of fresh rosemary,1/2 t of chives.
2 pinches of course salt.
Mix it well.
Serve on toasted bread slices.
YUMMY!
Other farm news;
The baby goats are eating sweet feed now very well. They were born the last of April, so they are about 2 months old now, or 12 weeks. Which ever you prefer to call it. I have them just about weened, although they still love to nurse moma goat if I let them.
My kids-
Nyle is growing up so fast. He has a couple of "new" bikes. One is a bit too big,one is way too small now, and the last one we just got for him FREE off of Craigslist is just right. It is a black Mongoose. A pretty nice bike. And he can expertly ride it.
Owen is such an adventurer. He goes all over the farm. He loves to "help out" when ever he gets a chance. He is a bear when it comes to eating the berries growing around here. Like a lil' bear cub foraging for any berry he can find.
Well that's all for now.
Heat milk to 180 deg.
Turn off burner and add 1/4 cup of lemon juice.
Stir slightly for good mix.
Strain mixture through several layers of cheese cloth laid in a colander.
After strained tie four corners of cheese cloth around a bib wooded spoon and hang for 1.5 hours.
After hang drying put cheese in a bowl and mix in herbs.
A clove of garlic, 1/2 teaspoon of fresh rosemary,1/2 t of chives.
2 pinches of course salt.
Mix it well.
Serve on toasted bread slices.
YUMMY!
Other farm news;
The baby goats are eating sweet feed now very well. They were born the last of April, so they are about 2 months old now, or 12 weeks. Which ever you prefer to call it. I have them just about weened, although they still love to nurse moma goat if I let them.
My kids-
Nyle is growing up so fast. He has a couple of "new" bikes. One is a bit too big,one is way too small now, and the last one we just got for him FREE off of Craigslist is just right. It is a black Mongoose. A pretty nice bike. And he can expertly ride it.
Owen is such an adventurer. He goes all over the farm. He loves to "help out" when ever he gets a chance. He is a bear when it comes to eating the berries growing around here. Like a lil' bear cub foraging for any berry he can find.
Well that's all for now.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Milking time
Hello to all my farming fans and family.
This morning I milked the goat for the first time. I got a quart of milk before I stopped. She had more in there, but I was tired, and so was she. I will do better the more I do. All in all not a bad experience. I learned that my little nubby finger is better to milk with on one side than the other. So, after I got her milked I took her back to the weedy hill side and let her back in her 'heaven". I then went and let the "kids" out. I had put them up and gated them off from her last night so that I would make sure I had some milk this morning. The "kids" were good and ready to see their moma. Although I am not too sure she was ready to see them. They are big enough now to where they are eating a lot of weeds, just like Gurdy is now. So I know they don't need the milk as much as they used to. Pretty soon I will have to start tying them off, just like Gurdy or else they will be in the garden, just like Gurdy.
Other news is we are harvesting the early cabbages and Cauliflower , and broccoli too. All of it was delicious! I was reading last night that it is time to replant all of this for a fall harvest. So I another month or 3 we will have it all over again. My corn is still coming up. I think it might be too late to plant field corn, but I mat still give it a shot. The seed was free. Nyle and I picked it up out of the road last year where some farmer spilled a little in the road. So if I plant it, it will not be a big loss even if it is a total loss.
Owen and the boys are getting bigger. Nyle has out grown his bike and has been campaigning pretty hard for us to buy him a bigger one. So soon he will have a bigger bike. He rides his little a lot, so I know it would be something he would use and enjoy.
I guess that's the news for this morning
Adios
This morning I milked the goat for the first time. I got a quart of milk before I stopped. She had more in there, but I was tired, and so was she. I will do better the more I do. All in all not a bad experience. I learned that my little nubby finger is better to milk with on one side than the other. So, after I got her milked I took her back to the weedy hill side and let her back in her 'heaven". I then went and let the "kids" out. I had put them up and gated them off from her last night so that I would make sure I had some milk this morning. The "kids" were good and ready to see their moma. Although I am not too sure she was ready to see them. They are big enough now to where they are eating a lot of weeds, just like Gurdy is now. So I know they don't need the milk as much as they used to. Pretty soon I will have to start tying them off, just like Gurdy or else they will be in the garden, just like Gurdy.
Other news is we are harvesting the early cabbages and Cauliflower , and broccoli too. All of it was delicious! I was reading last night that it is time to replant all of this for a fall harvest. So I another month or 3 we will have it all over again. My corn is still coming up. I think it might be too late to plant field corn, but I mat still give it a shot. The seed was free. Nyle and I picked it up out of the road last year where some farmer spilled a little in the road. So if I plant it, it will not be a big loss even if it is a total loss.
Owen and the boys are getting bigger. Nyle has out grown his bike and has been campaigning pretty hard for us to buy him a bigger one. So soon he will have a bigger bike. He rides his little a lot, so I know it would be something he would use and enjoy.
I guess that's the news for this morning
Adios
Friday, May 27, 2011
SKY WARN: TORNADO PICS
On Wednesday May 25, 2011 me and family were out in service. It was partly sunny and the temp was pleasurable. Not too hot nor too cold. Our C.O. was meeting with the coordinator back at the hall. Our coordinator was is being trained as a substitute C.O. A few weeks ago he was invited in to the work, so he is now receiving his training.
At about 3:25 I was with a sister who was making a return visit just south and outside the town of Bloomfield. The householder told us that, "you need to find cover, there is a bad storm approaching."
So when we got back into the van I turned on the FM radio to update on the weather. Just about that time, a warning from the NWS came on, and sure enough a storm was coming.
So I asked the group if they wanted to go to a close by house of a sisters that had a basement, or go back towards the hall. The consensus was to go to the hall, so we did. The prevailing thought was that surely their would be some effort on Jehovah’s part to provide protection for the C.O. AND the substitute C.O. ( yes, we know-it's a tongue in cheek comment/joke) So we went back towards town and did a couple of RV's and then it was time to meet back. Well, we did not get any bad wind from that storm, but there was another one about 60 miles behind the first one. And it was late, so my family decided to return home, and I had a factory to clean that evening at any rate. As it turned out , the second storm was of no consequence either.
As most know I am a ham radio operator, and so I got hand held radio and out it in the house so that Jen could listen to the weather net while I was gone to work. The ham radio reports are as much as 30 minutes ahead of the NWS FM radio bulletins. So I went to work, the 2nd storm came and went while I was cleaning, but I was keeping a watchful eye on the radio, and the clouds. There have been 15 ef 5 tornadoes this year. Over 360 tornadoes in the nation, and lots of lives lost. I am taking weather VERY serious this year.
I completed my cleaning service as fast as I could so that I would not be a big factory tin box if a tornado struck. When I got back in to my van and tuned in to the weather net, I heard an update- and there was another HUGE storm coming through. I decided I was going to Wal-Mart and buy a thermos for coffee, and a spotlight as this night looked like it was going to be a very long one weather wise. As I got out of the van at Wal-Mart I looked back to the West and noted the whole horizon looked like a huge swollen, blackish-purple angry mountain of wall cloud. Lightning flashed way up high as the tempest boiled while it's rage built inside it's walls of clouded chaos. I remarked to a man gathering carts in the parking lot that it did not look like this was going to be a good night. He agreed that it did not. Little did we know how right we were. As in a few hours, one or both of us may not be seeing the sun come up in the morning.
I got my supplies and went back to my van and sat there looking westward at the boiling mass and was deciding on a vantage point so that I could be helpful as a weather spotter. I decided I wanted to be close to my family, in case there was a need at home. However where my house is, I can not see the horizon very well as it is shrouded by large tress all around. But there is a place close that I could park the van and weather spot within 2 minutes of my house. It is in a part of a subdivision that is not fully developed, so there are several open lots that would allow me to see the storm and update the weather net as to any hazardous weather in my area.
It was getting dark.
When I got to my vantage point, I parked on a little part of a road that was not paved. This little road ran North and South. I turned up my radio and listened to the other spotters reporting their conditions. We went in to full ARES weather net mode, That is a directed net and a net controller will stipulate what kind of reports they want. If your report does not meet the parameters, then you don’t report. The conditions are mostly set by the National Weather service as to what kind of reporting/ spotting they want. This evening we were to report of hail 3/4 inches or bigger, wind in excess of 55 mph, confirmed spotted tornado. These parameter are kind of high, but they already had several storm go through that day and were wanting to filter the data a little bit more. I agree with that filteing system to a point, but sometimes a little more info can give the next spotter behind you a heads up on the condition at your area, and if the storm has changed, or built in intensity by the time it reaches the next spotter, a comparison can be made and then you can tell if it is building, or dying out. But in this situation, the on the air traffic was to be kept to a minimum, else you might not here someone when they do get a cloud on the ground.
I sat there in the dark listening to the radio, and got out and stood beside my van with the door open so I could hear the reports. It was calm, hardly a breeze. In less than 30 minutes all of the calmness would be gone.
I first heard a noise far across the open feild. It souded like a roller skating rink with about 300 skaters going full speed around and round. It was similar to the noise of the sound of metal train car wheels rolling on a steel track. Kind of a high pitched metal against metal sound. This noise was comming towards me. I decided to get back in the van. The squal line was now here. The radio net controller was telling everyone to be careful. This storm was predicted to have rain-wrapped tornadoes in the front side of the storm. I was tinking that if that is so, then I would shorlty see any evidence of one in my area, as the "front side" was now at my location. Shortly, my van began to rock to and fro. And then a bit more, and then it was really moving. I then thought to fasten my seat belt. My next thought was to angle the van more in to the wind, and less broadside. I thought I felt the righ rear get very light at one point, like the van was trying to be lifted and flipped over.
After I got more "in to the wind", the van settled down a bit.
I did not know if that was a 55 mph wind or not, and I saw no hail, so I did not report. However, I did see a verticle cloud mass pass my area. I could see it whenever the lightning would flash. It looked "interesting" but I could not see any rotation what so ever. It was just a funny looking cloud, a bit different than the rest of the mess going past. I now know tha I should probably made a repport on this. If I had I would have eeb asked several questions as to what did I mean "funny" looking? or What do you mean a verticle cloud mass", or any of the other questions I have heard other spotters asked after reporting. I did not want to subject myself to such on the air scrutiny. And besides it did not look THAT interesting to me.
In a few moments, the wind died down some and I went on to the house listening to reports of minor damage around Bloomington.
When I got home, te power was out. It was on in all the rest of the neighborhood. The house across the road had power, but the house next to us, did not. It was 3-4 hours later before a truck came and flipped the breaker back on. In the intrim I decided to hook up an old Bearcat scanner I have had for several years. I hooked it up in my van and I listend to public service talk about shuting down roads and trees down and a housetrailer that was blown over. I went to bed at about 1;30 after the power was restored.
6:30 AM next morning our coordinator called I told him we were fine. He then told me that the C.O. could not get out of his apartment, and there were several trees down. So I asked if I needed to bring a chainsaw. I was asked if I could please do so. So I loaded up the gas,oil saw, files and everthing I could think that I would need, and headed to Bloomington.
As I got closer to Bloomington the path of destruction became clearer and more pronounced. I felt now that the "interesting cloud" I saw last night was indeed a tornadoe after all.
I ans several of the friends spent the remainder of the day cutting trees off of the C.O.'s apartment and the adjoining brothers property. Well over 100 man hours of work was done. And several, perhaps upwards of 10 chainsaws were running, and many brush movers working at the same time. It was a concert of work. Like working ants with 1 goal in mind. We worked nearly all day clearing brush. I left at about 3:30 to see about helping a Brother that told me about a tree down across his moms driveway. I and a couple others went over there, but by that time the brother had most of the work done. Still it made an impression on the rest of his family that we showed up to help.
All in all it was a long day with lots of hard work, but it was a delight to work with the friends doing something for one another. There IS more happiness in giving than in recieving.
Next time I will be MORE prepared. You should too.
Now for some pics of the storm:
This is our C.O. posing for his "presiding" stance. He is pretnding to be a comanch chief over the tribe.
At about 3:25 I was with a sister who was making a return visit just south and outside the town of Bloomfield. The householder told us that, "you need to find cover, there is a bad storm approaching."
So when we got back into the van I turned on the FM radio to update on the weather. Just about that time, a warning from the NWS came on, and sure enough a storm was coming.
So I asked the group if they wanted to go to a close by house of a sisters that had a basement, or go back towards the hall. The consensus was to go to the hall, so we did. The prevailing thought was that surely their would be some effort on Jehovah’s part to provide protection for the C.O. AND the substitute C.O. ( yes, we know-it's a tongue in cheek comment/joke) So we went back towards town and did a couple of RV's and then it was time to meet back. Well, we did not get any bad wind from that storm, but there was another one about 60 miles behind the first one. And it was late, so my family decided to return home, and I had a factory to clean that evening at any rate. As it turned out , the second storm was of no consequence either.
As most know I am a ham radio operator, and so I got hand held radio and out it in the house so that Jen could listen to the weather net while I was gone to work. The ham radio reports are as much as 30 minutes ahead of the NWS FM radio bulletins. So I went to work, the 2nd storm came and went while I was cleaning, but I was keeping a watchful eye on the radio, and the clouds. There have been 15 ef 5 tornadoes this year. Over 360 tornadoes in the nation, and lots of lives lost. I am taking weather VERY serious this year.
I completed my cleaning service as fast as I could so that I would not be a big factory tin box if a tornado struck. When I got back in to my van and tuned in to the weather net, I heard an update- and there was another HUGE storm coming through. I decided I was going to Wal-Mart and buy a thermos for coffee, and a spotlight as this night looked like it was going to be a very long one weather wise. As I got out of the van at Wal-Mart I looked back to the West and noted the whole horizon looked like a huge swollen, blackish-purple angry mountain of wall cloud. Lightning flashed way up high as the tempest boiled while it's rage built inside it's walls of clouded chaos. I remarked to a man gathering carts in the parking lot that it did not look like this was going to be a good night. He agreed that it did not. Little did we know how right we were. As in a few hours, one or both of us may not be seeing the sun come up in the morning.
I got my supplies and went back to my van and sat there looking westward at the boiling mass and was deciding on a vantage point so that I could be helpful as a weather spotter. I decided I wanted to be close to my family, in case there was a need at home. However where my house is, I can not see the horizon very well as it is shrouded by large tress all around. But there is a place close that I could park the van and weather spot within 2 minutes of my house. It is in a part of a subdivision that is not fully developed, so there are several open lots that would allow me to see the storm and update the weather net as to any hazardous weather in my area.
It was getting dark.
When I got to my vantage point, I parked on a little part of a road that was not paved. This little road ran North and South. I turned up my radio and listened to the other spotters reporting their conditions. We went in to full ARES weather net mode, That is a directed net and a net controller will stipulate what kind of reports they want. If your report does not meet the parameters, then you don’t report. The conditions are mostly set by the National Weather service as to what kind of reporting/ spotting they want. This evening we were to report of hail 3/4 inches or bigger, wind in excess of 55 mph, confirmed spotted tornado. These parameter are kind of high, but they already had several storm go through that day and were wanting to filter the data a little bit more. I agree with that filteing system to a point, but sometimes a little more info can give the next spotter behind you a heads up on the condition at your area, and if the storm has changed, or built in intensity by the time it reaches the next spotter, a comparison can be made and then you can tell if it is building, or dying out. But in this situation, the on the air traffic was to be kept to a minimum, else you might not here someone when they do get a cloud on the ground.
I sat there in the dark listening to the radio, and got out and stood beside my van with the door open so I could hear the reports. It was calm, hardly a breeze. In less than 30 minutes all of the calmness would be gone.
I first heard a noise far across the open feild. It souded like a roller skating rink with about 300 skaters going full speed around and round. It was similar to the noise of the sound of metal train car wheels rolling on a steel track. Kind of a high pitched metal against metal sound. This noise was comming towards me. I decided to get back in the van. The squal line was now here. The radio net controller was telling everyone to be careful. This storm was predicted to have rain-wrapped tornadoes in the front side of the storm. I was tinking that if that is so, then I would shorlty see any evidence of one in my area, as the "front side" was now at my location. Shortly, my van began to rock to and fro. And then a bit more, and then it was really moving. I then thought to fasten my seat belt. My next thought was to angle the van more in to the wind, and less broadside. I thought I felt the righ rear get very light at one point, like the van was trying to be lifted and flipped over.
After I got more "in to the wind", the van settled down a bit.
I did not know if that was a 55 mph wind or not, and I saw no hail, so I did not report. However, I did see a verticle cloud mass pass my area. I could see it whenever the lightning would flash. It looked "interesting" but I could not see any rotation what so ever. It was just a funny looking cloud, a bit different than the rest of the mess going past. I now know tha I should probably made a repport on this. If I had I would have eeb asked several questions as to what did I mean "funny" looking? or What do you mean a verticle cloud mass", or any of the other questions I have heard other spotters asked after reporting. I did not want to subject myself to such on the air scrutiny. And besides it did not look THAT interesting to me.
In a few moments, the wind died down some and I went on to the house listening to reports of minor damage around Bloomington.
When I got home, te power was out. It was on in all the rest of the neighborhood. The house across the road had power, but the house next to us, did not. It was 3-4 hours later before a truck came and flipped the breaker back on. In the intrim I decided to hook up an old Bearcat scanner I have had for several years. I hooked it up in my van and I listend to public service talk about shuting down roads and trees down and a housetrailer that was blown over. I went to bed at about 1;30 after the power was restored.
6:30 AM next morning our coordinator called I told him we were fine. He then told me that the C.O. could not get out of his apartment, and there were several trees down. So I asked if I needed to bring a chainsaw. I was asked if I could please do so. So I loaded up the gas,oil saw, files and everthing I could think that I would need, and headed to Bloomington.
As I got closer to Bloomington the path of destruction became clearer and more pronounced. I felt now that the "interesting cloud" I saw last night was indeed a tornadoe after all.
I ans several of the friends spent the remainder of the day cutting trees off of the C.O.'s apartment and the adjoining brothers property. Well over 100 man hours of work was done. And several, perhaps upwards of 10 chainsaws were running, and many brush movers working at the same time. It was a concert of work. Like working ants with 1 goal in mind. We worked nearly all day clearing brush. I left at about 3:30 to see about helping a Brother that told me about a tree down across his moms driveway. I and a couple others went over there, but by that time the brother had most of the work done. Still it made an impression on the rest of his family that we showed up to help.
All in all it was a long day with lots of hard work, but it was a delight to work with the friends doing something for one another. There IS more happiness in giving than in recieving.
Next time I will be MORE prepared. You should too.
Now for some pics of the storm:
This is our C.O in the back, and the substitue C.O.foreground, our congergation, cordinator hard at work.
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