Tuesday, I got sick and tired of the dogs digging holes around the back door and started a project of laying rock where they were digging. I can only do about ten a day because they are large rocks left over from when our fireplace was built twenty years ago. They were a planter for awhile but appeared to wick moisture into the walls.

Ted had gone to town in Old Yeller to pick up a new riding lawn mower. Just as I got in the house, dirty, disheveled and with my hair wildly blown about, I got a phone call. Ted had run out of gas about l4 miles from home. I don't like to leave home looking like that but the situation was urgent so I grabbed a gas can and had it filled and went to find him. Of course he was tired and mentally exhausted from the ordeal, as was I.

Wednesday,I usually go out to lunch with Betty, Ted's cousin. It was pouring cats and dogs but we wanted to take Kentucky Fried to a dear woman we know with Alzhiemers. We did it and had a nice lunch at the Cracker Barrel. I had
invited five people for dinner but I knew that I could finish up in a few hours. Just as I had gotten home and finished all the preparation, the power went out. My stove is gas and the burners work with no electricity but not the oven. I had scalloped potatoes and homemade rolls ready to pop in. Fortunately the ham was done and I improvised a
little and we ate by candlelight.

I turned the rolls into cinnamon rolls this morning and baked the scalloped potatoes so I will have a lot of leftovers to take to Ted's cousin that lives near us. It all turned out ok but it really was a bummer to lose power when we had guests coming for dinner.