Madness of Wednesday

     Wednesday.  Phone call came about noon.  My sister.  Basically she needed me to come home.  My brother in law was called home early on Tuesday, she fell 2 or 3 times. Guess it was my turn.  Manager understood of course.  I obliged and went to take care of business.

     She was in a lot of pain.  Nauseous.  Did what I could to ease it all.  She wasn't holding food, made her a sandwich.   She apologized for calling me home.  I said no worries I'd make the best of the situation.  And I did.

     A few errands, run to the farm stand, I was home.  Unfortunately they had no more water melons.  Or at least any worth buying.  I prepared the roast and popped it into the oven.  I then went about the chore of freezing the stew meat.  Oh no, I was not about to let anything in my fridge go bad.

     Unfortunately I didn't go with my first instinct. My butcher had said it was stew meat.  It was clearly not.  In fact the label even said stir fry. Of course I'd bought 2lbs.  Took a bit but I got it onto to trays and into the freezer. 

     I rewarded myself with a smoke in the yard.  My sister decided it was best not to comment.  The fall was still oddly warm and I didn't want to waste it.

     An enjoyable smoke and not a bad way to end the day.  Thursday passed without incident.  Well except that I saw a great sale on cigars and ordered them.  

-Later.