I had planned to go to a 10
AM Fellowship, but the lady that sells me duck eggs decided she wanted to meet
me in Castle Rock at 10 this morning: I wanted those duck eggs, so I drove to Castle
Rock to pick them up. While there, I grabbed a few more salads.
Driving Coal Creek Road, I noticed land being
cleared.
Leaving Castle Rock, I
decided I’d drop the eggs and salads off at home; and drive a little further
up the highway to make an 11 AM Fellowship 😊
I wasn’t dressed fancy – a quick
hair wash/brush out, pulled on a pair of jeans and a simple pullover blouse, and
a quick face transformation before I left the house this morning.
Nothing fancy.
I was dressed okay, but I
like to wear something a little nicer for Fellowship – after all, I will
be in the presence of the King of Kings (as well, as my Husband); but it couldn’t
be helped this morning.
As I entered, and started
settling, I noticed that this morning was also Communion Sunday: a special
bonus 😊
Driving home along Ocean Beach Highway, I decided to pull
over to the side of the road coming into Stella, and watch a ship cruise by; I
also watched families play around in the shallows of the sliver of Germany
Creek beach that meets with the mighty Columbia River.
Nearing the Coal
Creek/Willow Grove junctions on Ocean Beach Highway closer to home, I decided
to go back to Castle Rock and pick up a couple bags of fertilizer (the day
was pleasantly warm, and Spring garden dreams, were flitting through my
thoughts 😊); so I veered
left and bought four bags of fertilizer at the Four Corners Farm and Garden
Store.
I had a young fella load
them into the back end of the Highlander for me … and he did it pretty handily:
2 bags at a time. The bags were not too heavy, but they were wet, which puts
strain on my 65-year-old arms. Even with all the muscle tone exercises
and weight lifting I am doing with 10-pound weights. There are just times
when young bodies are more capable. I would be able unload them easily into the
wheel barrow at home, and finagle them into a storage area of the carport; but
I really needed that strapping teenager to lift/heft, carry them from
the store’s storage area, and dump them into the Highlander’s back end.
That done, I drove back home
via Westside Highway because I wanted to top the gas tank off before parking
the car at home.
Gas Prices have gone up again.
A 30-cent/gal.
raise at the pump adds up fast as the gas tank fills up. It’s political robbery due to arrogant
ignorance … and the arrogantly ignorant DC obamanite pirates are
pinching hard because they know they can get away with it. If people
start complaining, they just start screeching hysterically about climate
change: and when all else fails, they will slap the race card down and defy
anyone to challenge the ridiculous claim that using fossil fuel, fuels uncontrollable
racism.
If gas prices continue to
escalate, I’ll be sticking real close to home this year.
I stopped at Lowe’s and
grabbed a Goop Cleaner, too 😉
At home, I started unloading
the bags of fertilizer – and noticed that not only were the bags wet (having
been stored outdoors at the store), but they had leaked their messy
wetness.
I need at least another 10
bags of fertilizer: 1 bag for each of the 14 garden boxes in my veggie garden
area of my lot. For the next haul, I’m going to buy some clear painter’s drop
cloths to spread in the Highlander’s back end; before the fertilizer bags go
into it.
And just before bedtime, I
finished the last Angel Baby Blanket; I’ll mail the box of 16 ct. off later
this week.
For all the back-and-forth squirelingness, I actually got a
lot accomplished 😊
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