Feeling as if I've managed to lick this stomach issue. It may kick up again. I don't know, but I think it is a time to really pay attention to what I'm eating.
Today was blessed rain. It rained for most of the day, on and off, and it was welcome indeed, even though we went to the garden thinking the rain was supposed to end in early afternoon. Unfortunately it did not end until late afternoon, so we came back home accomplishing very little there.
We stopped at a yard sale and it sounds like a very silly thing, but I fell in love with a soup ladle. It was a heavy, designed for use at the table, not for the pot. Elegantly simple. Today we sat down with it and discovered that it was not silver, but silver plate, over bronze, which is what makes it so heavy. Modern silver plate is over stainless steel, which is much lighter weight.
The maker was Simeon L. and George H. Rogers, and it was the Jefferson pattern which dated it at 1913. Me, being the daydreamer that I am, immediately began imagining all the hands that have handled that humble ladle. It is now one of my favorite things, totally worth the quarter that I spent on it. We learned a lot about silver though.
After supper, I climbed under the dump truck to help Tim slide in the new transfer case. That was a grand struggle. The transfer case is heavy, and it has to be exactly right to fit into the transmission. Between the two of us, we got it in place, and bolted together. The worst part of that job is done, thank heavens.
I've begun getting ready for the trip east. William and I will be spending six days with my son and daughter in law. There is an early fourth birthday party, since Brittani is due to give birth the week before my granddaughter's actual birthday. William and I will return home on Wednesday, but the following Wednesday, I'll head back out, staying put until the newest grandaughter arrives.
I'm so very excited...and now you understand why I don't have time for any stomach ailments.