
Here is another photo of my adventures at the Capitol the other day. If I had a rag with me, I could have dusted the Star, but (honestly) if I had a rag with me I would have most likely used it to wipe my brow. It was HOT up there, but well worth the adventure. My legs are still a bit rebellious of the exercise, but that is about the only rating negative results of the trip. On the way up, I was a bit concerned about coming down; I have visited the pyramids at Chitzen Itza in my much talked about and mis-spent youth, only to determine that going up was a piece of cake. Coming down I scooted down butt first, taking it one baby step at a time. Going up means you are not looking down. Going down means that all you can see is down.
I was filled chocker-block full of little ambition today. Jody and I did manage to go into Taylor to get some molasses buckets, salt blocks and mineral blocks for the cattle. It was then on to Tractor supply to get some pine shavings the the girl chickens nesting boxes. That was about it. We shall see what tomorrow brings.
Deeds, Actions, Changes, STARS, Kindnesses, Whirled Peas, FUN!
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