Super Bowl Sunday

Once again, got no dog in this Super Bowl fight.

Got up early, fed everybody but the dog, and promptly went back to bed.

Had to do a few things - go to the old house to put Drano in the kitchen sink and place the cover on the de-humidifier. Why our tenants cannot do this, I don't know. She is obviously expecting a baby, don't know how they are going to be good parents when they can't help themselves out of a wet paper bag with instructions.

He's really tired of her passive/aggressive method of making him jump - and when he does she's unresponsive - like today: not answering email or the phone - he ended up banging on the door - at Noon-ish - and they were sleeping, taking a nap - (that's ok, they can do what ever they want), but you would think that they would be expecting us to take care of the backed-up kitchen sink.

I never went into the house - she came out to give me three 'Florida oranges,' which were actually tangerines, full of pips, more seed than fruit.

A bottle of Drano was left under the kitchen sink at our old house. He asked her if she had it, she's non-committal. She goes into the bathroom, retrieves the Drano, and leaves it on the kitchen counter. In the meantime he had gone downstairs to check out the noise she had been hearing.

She had complained about a strange noise in the basement and also that the knob had fallen off the de-humidifier. She was afraid to place the knob back on because then it might change the setting. There is only one way to put the knob on, and it won’t change anything.

We thought the strange noise maybe was the smoke detector, chirping. She also didn't know how to turn off the de-humidifier and we got a chuckle out of that. I believe the fastest way would be to unplug it, right?

He suggested to her to keep the de-humidifier off until late May, save on electricity and don't really need it now. The noise was coming from the de-humidifier; without the cover it was making a whistling noise. He put it back together, put the knob on. When he got back to the kitchen he saw the Drano on the counter.

He filled up a pot that was in the sink with hot water, poured the Drano in, chased it with the hot water and hit it with the plunger. The sink drained immediately. He filled the bin with the fish food we had picked up Thursday night and we headed to the dump.

While we were in the neighborhood we had planned on a dump run, getting rid of lots of cardboard from our recent closet and hallway projects and a tire still on the rim. The 'dump' is actually a huge recycling center, everything gets recycled so particular care is taken where you actually place your cardboard, paint cans, sticks and leaves, electronics, etc.

Got home and he swapped trailers and we headed over to Todd's in Sunshine to get hay. It was like Grand Central Station.

The big deal today was getting another 60 bales of hay, this time from Todd Greenstone instead of Sunny Ridge Farm. It's like a hay buffet at his place; different grades are in different barns or sheds. A couple trucks were parked in front of the biggest barn, but we decided not to get that hay, we chose another kind.

We had just loaded the last bale on the flatbed, counting and counting again, and Todd pulls up and says, "I showed up at the right time." Yes, he sure did. He said we'd need to tie that load down, and Tom assured him we had lots of straps with us. Todd walked up the hill to another shed to see the others that were there unloading a trailer of fresh hay. Todd also mentioned that the keys are probably in the trucks, so move them if you have to. Placed the check in the box, honor system out here in the country, and hit the road.

Caught up on some laundry, watched some of the Super Bowl and the commercials. When I went out after 10: p.m. to check on everybody Skip was having a lie-down in the shed, sleeping like a dog. Hay all around and to bed for me.