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 |   Norma's Wanderings around a small section of Montana |
The clouds have rolled in as we slept overnight. Good thing, too. It was about 100 degrees yesterday, a little warm. We don't use A/C in our home. We don't like it, and in Montana, you don't have extended periods of hot weather. So we close up the house, use fans. And it stays pretty cool. All except the second floor, which we haven't improved yet. And that is where I've been sleeping since the remodeling has been started. Hubby getting up at 5:30 to bang and clang around is just a little annoying. So it was just a bit warm up there last night.  But fans in the window pulling some cool air in helped.  It also pulled in the sound of the fire siren, at 11:00 and again around midnight. Seems there was a fire out east of town, per someone's Facebook posting this morning. I guess it's still burning. Darn. I pray every time there's a siren. Pray for the people involved. Pray for the siren and also if I hear a helicopter on the way to the hospital. That's also not a good sound. So yesterday was my busy day. But I did have a good time. Met with a lady at one of the motels. Got rid of some SE Montana tour guides. She told me she had a lot of reservations canceled for the summer, but on the up side, she has quite a few rooms rented to workers on the road project. So the scale is balanced in her favor again. Then my friend Waneta at church shared some of her garden bounty, fresh tomatoes.  Yum! Nothing better than a dead ripe tomato, red as red can be. The red that red was named for. The red of Crayola red crayons. Going on a salad today. Then off to the thrift store. We always have fun there. Nora, Waneta and I met up with Kay and her three little grandchildren in tow. The little ones played with donated toys,  while we sorted treasures. Someone donated a broiler/rotisserie machine. So, if you don't want to pay $1.99, or whatever, for that Costco Chicken, you can do one at home. Deal! Some collector plates of horses for each month of the year. Deal! A fake Ficus tree with lights. Deal! Kay bought that for the children's room at church. Deal! She also took some fabric, she's a quilter. Plus the usual flotsam and jetsam from people's donations. It always amazes us the amount of stuff donated. There were perfectly fine men's jeans we found, but oh my! the smell. So I sprayed them with Febreeze. I fear they may be unsellable. Like I said, I always, ALWAYS, wash my hands well when I come home. Nora went home early, we feared for her. She is older than most of us. But it was hot. I did call her this morning. She's out mowing the lawn, her sister said. So she's fine. On the way to play practice last night, a feast for the eyes! I saw: a doe and fawn with spots crossing the road. Deer in the fields. I think I saw a cormorant on a log in the river. I know I saw a great blue heron flying overhead. The feet behind the body give it away. The road I take is Route 12 East to Musselshell, a tiny community. This road follows the Musselshell river most of the way. Play practice went well. Dalen is the director of this production. We'll see about that. I have a very, and I repeat, very small part. I'm on once in Act 1 and at the end. I already know my part. I could actually miss most rehearsals and do fine. But this is about building the team and all, so I go. Thankfully on the way home I see no wildlife. I have over the past few years doing this learned that if I honk my horn, animals will perhaps not cross the road. So I honk my horn all the 20 miles home.  Then when I get to the outskirts of Roundup, I can breathe a sigh of relief. I stop and clean my windshield from all the bug guts and drive the few blocks home. This morning I go to the hardware store and check for NEEM oil. My friend, the hardware girl, says, "Well, it could be in the warehouse, see all those boxes?"  Yep, there they are. "There are only 3 of us here. But if I see it, I'll set it aside for you." Okey dokey, I'll be by later. Pleasantries for a few more minutes and back here I trudge. Then I make a phone call to the printer for the MUD brochures. I am chairman for the MUD. Musselshell Unity Drive. Curious why they named it such. I am the new chairman this year. The old chairman is no help. So I'm on my own. She threw some boxes at me, told me who did the printing. Kind of, good luck with this. So, I'm going to change things up a bit. My writing is going out to the paper. "Our name is MUD - now that I have your attention. Let me tell you what we're about......" is how I started the article. Then for a series of weeks I'm going to profile the organizations that benefit from the fund raising. The previous chairman did nothing like this. So we'll see what happens. Hubby is busy with the floor in the remodeling room. Staining and fixing and puttering. We discussed the closet doors we need to purchase. Seems a road trip to North Dakota or Wisconsin is in the future. Hmmmm......... Queen Norma Jean  |
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