It's a cold, but bright, sunny Sunday morning. Glad I don't have to go to church. The horse manure pile is steaming, doing it's thing. I'm so happy (it doesn't take much)!

The good news with the cold temps is that hopefully the ground will be frozen enough that the "house moving party" can happen tomorrow. I went up there yest. to help Nate cut down fence row trees and brush to make a "cut through" for the house. That, and the need for the ground to be firm, is all that's necessary for the one mile trek across corn stubble fields to its destination on my farm. (I don't live there--I'm 5 miles away) Fingers and toes crossed!

Remember the gal that I had a lunch date with 9 days ago?
She called yest. to say she was passing through and had 4 blueberry muffins to give me. I said "wonderful", but I thought "oh, dear me". Here I am trying to let her down easily, and she does this to me. She stayed for 30'. I just don't feel comfortable with her. Nice, yes. Pleasant, yes. At ease with her, no. Can't explain it. Chemistry, I suppose.

In an unrelated matter, I've decided my great great grandfather never really died. He's still alive! Despite all my best efforts, including writing to and getting a large package of genealogy "junk" from my ancestor's county of residence, nothing has been found saying when he or his first wife (g.g grmother) died. I know WHERE he's buried, but, evidently, there's no date indicated. If the genealogist of DeKalb Co, IN can't find it, there's little hope I can. Being a "Smith" has its drawbacks. But, I'm not giving up!

The same is true on my mother's side, generation-wise. It's the reverse, however. Date of death known, cemetery not. Genealogy research can be extremely frustrating.

That's the news from county road 550 north. Have a good one.