Log Day becomes Grog Day
Up at 8 to go to Greystone to help cut wood for their Log Day. Ended up on Blue Bank Road loading logs into Joe-Ben after they were cut by James, Mingus, and Drew. Unloaded that truckload, and then helped Mombo get ready so that she could visit at Greystone and “inspect.” She enjoyed talking to Henry, James and Susan’s German friend from THE PLANET. We ate lentil soup at noon. Ian and Robin arrived and took over for me so that I could get Mombo back to the Hall.
I then headed off to Kelley Ridge to meet Caitlan and Kyle. Ian and Robin were going to join us later to decorate the tree. On the way Joe-Ben started making a funny sound. I pulled over and checked my tires and underneath the truck. I thought maybe the load I had carried had caused some damage. I could not see anything wrong. I limped along, trying to make it to Kelley Ridge where Caitlan and Kyle were waiting. In front of Darryl Bolton’s house, my tire fell off and rolled down the road. I brought the truck to a scrapingly loud halt, ran down the road and retrieved my tire out of the ditch, hoisted it into the back of the truck, and went up to Darryl’s house. His daughter Patricia was home, and she called him from the barn. Caitlan and Kyle came, and shortly after, Ian and Robin arrived from the other direction. In the time it took me to get ahold of my roadside assistance people, they had jacked the truck up, taken lug nuts off the other tires, and put the runaway tire back on. Thank God for kids and neighbors. The tree trimming turned into a trip into town for lug nuts from Ace Hardware and wings and beers at Madison Gardens.
I think I was kind of in shock for the rest of the night–hence my grogginess and the beers (grog, as Wayne called it) gave birth to the title. Thank you, Lord Michael the Archangel! (And Jayne, my guardian angel, too).