This month is going to equal a lot of miles on the Mini Cooper. Friday George and I took our typical little road trip to get the kid but left early to run a few errands in Lincoln and Omaha before picking up Nicholas. The battery in the key fob is dead and we were hoping to replace it. Turns out the car is actually supposed to charge it, and the battery can not be replaced. Now the problem is, why isn’t the car charging it? Not really a big deal, and not something I am going to lose any sleep over, that’s for sure.
We decided to take the Mini because it was only supposed to be Nicky coming down, and the Mini gets 40 plus miles to the gallon. The family car only gets 20, so it was a no-brainer. Once we got to the house, Jack decided that he too was going to ride along for the weekend. Jack is six foot two inches, and Nicky is five foot six inches. The Mini is well, MINI! Miraculously we all managed to fit, and no one was too complaintive.
On the way home I received a call from Robert letting me know he, Donald and Julia had arrived at the house. I had completely forgotten they were coming! So we made a quick stop at the store and got food to feed everyone. I don’t know how, but we managed to stuff a weekend’s worth of groceries for seven in the back end of that thing, along with a few random items we had picked up throughout the day. All in all, I am quite impressed, and it was a good test run for when we head to Texas with Jessica in tow to see Jacob at the end of the month.
Friday is the day the doctors plan to knock me out and run a camera down my throat. It is also the day we pick up Nicky for his two-week visit, and Jack for another weekend visit. Just another wild weekend. With Jack graduated and working full-time, we weren’t sure how much we would get to see of him, so we are doing our best to be accommodating when it works out for him to come down. Although, I would be lying if I didn’t say I will be happy when he is able to drive himself down.
Speaking of the camera being forced down my throat, Monday, with all the crazy from the weekend, I almost forgot I had to be in Hastings by 6:30 a.m. for a CT Scan in preparation for the procedure. I drank that nasty shake and sat there for an hour, got stabbed and injected with ick. Then they threw me out. The last 10 miles of the trip home were difficult. I was never so thankful to be home. LOL!
Pray for rain, we still need it badly. I don’t think there is a stick of grass left in my front yard. The drought-resistant weeds have taken over. I’m afraid to spray it for fear I won’t have anything left. I can’t imagine what the farmers are going through, especially on dry land. Even irrigated crops need some actual rain once in a while. X’s & O’s!
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