I’m happy to say that the first-ever trifold project I had no business taking on is done, and was not a terrible experience–though there were moments of frustration to the point of thinking I’d have to admit I’d bitten off more than I could chew. In the end, there were solutions for every problem. I made myself commit to something I didn’t know how to do but knew the obligation would be a stern and unrelenting teacher, and it was. And I passed.
So, moving right along: We’ll be spending a few days in Rapid City, South Dakota with our grand daughters while their parents will be (involved in one capacity or another–and therein, a whole nuther story for later) at the Harley Rally in and around Sturgis. I understand that our son-in-law will drive us up on Saturday for a brief exposure (so to speak) to the hedonic madness. I will be packing the Nikon for sure.
Now, to deal with the garden produce, which, as I’d expected, will be reaching its (rather meager) peak while we’re elsewhere. The corn blew down in last week’s storm, and is now on the compost pile. The tomatoes are starting to blight. And the beans are infested with bean beetles that I’ve barely managed to control with manual squishing (the technical term for digital pest control.) Even so, we’ll have beans and tomatoes to can, and they’ll be waiting like the Mongrel Hoards storming the walls when we return.