What a ride!

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Whether you collected or I wrote it, or directly enough, I wasn't able too cool enough, thus sleep, last night.  The corona of fire stayed with me until around 6:30.  But I had agreed to finish shopping this morning.  So I just got ready.  He arrived a bit later, but he was a zombie leaving last night, so, yea.

While doing a few final things, checking lists, and such, he remembered something else I had hoped to do but had stalled as I didn't think I had silicon to seal the outdoor screws, for the flag mount.  He knew were some was, it was still good, and he grabbed it along with the flag and gear.  Up!  The flag and staff, before this fourth!  I'd like to get a 25' to 40' pole up, adding a state flag perhaps.  But, for now, for today, this will do.  Boss will ask his boss what a flag pole would take.  I just want a better estimate of hole depth, cement preference, and possible rebar notions, whether thos circular cement pour molds is needed, and such.  Not for real soon, but a few years.

Then out to it.  I was baking at 85°.  I could make it in the first two stores.  The last ones not so much.  But we had things in the back of the truck, so I did "guard duty"... and prayed no dindu grabbed and ran.  Thirty pounds of charcoal isn't as a thin screen tv, and implies work of some sort, so I was mostly safe.

I was absolutely fried by our return.  Want to help with his chicken coop, was the cute, and meant to be cute, question of the day from his side.  As I said, I'd love to help.  There simply isn't a way!  The groceries were brought in, the ducks checked... trying to check on them three or four times a day, cooled as possible, and crashed hard.

I woke at what I thought was nearing 19:00.  So I called my mom.  After dialing, I realized it was nearing 21:00 here, not 19:00!  I let it ring through, 22:00 there.  She picked up.  No problem, she said.  I told her about the progress with rabbits.  Then about the ducks.  I doubted if either would excite her, she really didn't like most critter food.

Muscovy, she asked... it is what her mother had raised.  Different, better tasting.  She loved the taste of muscovy.  That was quite a surprise.  If production gets going, I may have to figure a way to get her a bird... if she would want one.  Though that might mean driving it there.  States, big business, and the feds are dangerously greedy about taxes, commerce controls, taxes, with any real health and safety merely being background cover for power and greed.  You know it, don't look at me funny.

The ducks were checked a final time.  Their water was low.  How to water without risk of escape?  Spray from the lower inner fence!  A bit messy, got the quackles stirred, but more effective and far less messy than initially imagined.  I have two wash pales of water in with them, with triple the birds.  Their food is barely touched, which is fine.  The little ones are more like preteens than teens.  Things are settling.  It even looks like rather than fearing the new younglings, the elders are standing between the babies and me defensively.  Usually the don't fear me, but it was too dark for them to know it was me.  I had to use a flashlight myself.  All good.

I am hoping to try to catch up a bit tonight.  A few fireworks have been lit, perhaps practice and done, maybe more.  I love the sights, sounds, and sometimes odors.  So all good there too.  Reminds me when everyone was an American and the vast majority loved our country.  Now there are country stars and stations, catholic hysterics on the radio, and converged sports even to nascar which simply have to be dropped, turned off, and tuned out.  They will have to hate America without me.  Later.