What a feast at church today!!
We had:
3 cucumber dishes, all different (one was mine)
3 different peach dishes (one was mine)
Deviled eggs
Squash casserole
scalloped potatoes and Kohlrabi (that was Jim's)
meatballs
green bean medley (that was mine)
ham biscuits
turnip greens
blueberry ice pie
peach cobbler
you can tell that all the gardens are going strong.
Oh yeah, and the service was good too. We have our 92 year old pianist back so we didn't have to sing aakkkkkapella anymore.
Then we had our second trash pickup this afternoon. After last week, we thought we learned some lessons. So this week, my neighbor lady, we'll call her CJ, decided that we should take her gator, stocked with our supplies and a big cooler of water, and move it as we picked up trash. Sounded like a good idear to me. So I swung by her place and followed her and her daughter in the gator to the church, like 12 miles, with my flashers on. She got that sucker all the way up to 25 MPH. I had to downshift the Honda. I've never had to do that before.
So, 20 minutes later, give or take, we get to the church. The rest of the team showed up and we suited up in our cool orange NCDot vests, in long sleeves, long pants, hats, boots and gloves. Except for CJ's daughter, who we will call LJ. She's in shorts, a short sleeved shirt and sneakers. That's three rules broken right there.
We all piled into my car, except CJ. We followed her to the red flag dropoff point, where we left the rest of the team, with an admonishment not to start without us. Then we went a mile up the road to the pickup point, left my car and gatored back to the others, who had started without us. So, CJ dropped me off and moved the gator up a ways, then came back with her bag. We were moving along very nicely. It seems that everyone throws their trash on their way out of town (last week's pickup) and not into it (this weeks).
I looked back and saw the gator a ways away so told CJ that she needed to move it up and pick up some of our full bags. She moved it up and stopped on the other side of a very steep ditch.
Now you have to remember that two of our members are over 70, but no complaints. The climbed down the ditch in their hot clothes and up the other side for a nice cool drink of water. After a small break, CJ moved the gator. I politely requested that she not park it in back of a ditch next time and she politely agreed.
So, continuing the trash walk. After a while, I notice that CJ had not appeared again with the gator and looked back. She was walking up the other side of the road and yelled out that she got the gator stuck. So I thought, well she ran into a big sand patch, and even though the gator is 4wd, it got buried. So I walked back with her and I'll be gol durn if she didn't find the ONLY spring left flowing in three counties. The gator was sunk to the top of the wheels in what looked like a very snaky patch of ground.
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| Well, it says, right on the front, RTV not ATV |
Mind you, this is the same neighbor lady who backed her SUV into our metal historical church sign, which stands at least 6 foot high, on a metal post, bless her heart.
So, since I have my cell phone in my fanny pack, she calls her hubby and woke him out of his sunday afternoon nap to come get it out. He gets here and looks and says that his little wimpy Ford 1500 won't handle the job, so we called Jim to bring his Ram 2500 diesel to pull out, which he did. CJ's husband threatened to put the above pic in the neighborhood convenience store on the wall, but I don't want to humiliate her like that.
So after a good laugh and some water and a rest (while they were unsticking the gator), we finished up our weekly mile.
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| happy, smiling and DONE |
I followed her back to her house with flashers going and got home in time to shut the cockers up and have dinner.
Can't wait to see what next week will bring.