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Sunday night/Monday morning Joyce and I slept through a one-inch rain. I didn’t know it had rain until Joyce mentioned it at breakfast. She didn’t know how much since it was still too dark to check the rain gauges. Needless to say we needed the moisture, and the sleep, but we were amazed that we could sleep through that much rain and concluded it must have been a gentle one. That theory was supported by lack of evidence of runoff like we get with downpours. With the cool temperatures this moisture should last us a while.
We finished up staining the playhouse this week but Joyce wound having to buy another gallon of stain to go with the two she had already purchased just to finish the last little bit. At $43 a gallon one hates to do that but, since the swing and chicken house were stained with the same product and will no doubt need a new application before too many years go by, it won’t go to waste. We could use it on the several benches around but think we want a different color so there’s yet another gallon.
Abigail had what she called a fruit fly but was probably a gnat fly up her nose when she was here working with her grandma on a project. She managed to deposit it in a kleenex but was incensed at the indignity, as anyone would be. Some claim October is the worst month for flies and other airborne flying insects. Without a doubt they are at their most annoying this time of year. One can’t open a door without letting a fly in. Once in the house they hide out until the evening when I’m sitting in my easy chair reading on my iPad. Then here the come to buzz around my head and make me swear. I don’t look forward to freezing temperatures, but I do look forward to far fewer flies, etc.
Several young people, one young lady and three strapping lads, joined me Friday at Wildcat Bluff. The young lady was there because she had committed some heinous infraction and was doing community service to make amends. The lads were all in the same commuication class at WT. Their course work includes volunteering at one of several venues in the area and WCB was their choice. It was a beautiful morning and with so much help I spent more time supervising and less time in manual labor. The former is no less tiring than the latter, though. I have had young volunteers on other occasions and they have all been high school or college students and all have been high-caliber people, It’s great to be around them and of course the help is appreciated. WCB is beginning to look at lot better.