Thursday at the cottage

It was an unusual day today. At lunch I picked up 16 new metal knobs for my dresser. The old wood ones were just held on by a coarse-thread wood screw and (after 10 years) have begun to pull off. Then, I had a 3:30 PM meeting with all my brothers out at the cottage in Lake Orion. It was a beautiful day to be out at the cottage, BTW. 82 degrees, sunny and the lake was as smooth as glass.

The social worker and nurse that have been taking care of my Mother out there know that she's moving back to New Baltimore on Tuesday. They really wanted to keep taking care of her, but the distance is too great (62 miles one way) so they came up with a plan on transferring her case to a nearby provider and wanted to share it with all of us and get our buy in. Naturally we had questions (well, Joe did) but in the end, anything that keeps Mom happy and at home is something we all are in agreement with.

In spite of my brother Carl's invitation (the smart-*ss suggested that maybe I could make some bacon) I did not stay for dinner. I left just before 5:00 PM and got home just before 6:30. Oddly enough, I talked with both my sons on the phone tonight (is it National Sons: Call Your Father Day and nobody told me?)

After changing clothes, I began moving all the paint and associated stuff out of the garage and into the downstairs closet (so it won't freeze over the winter and degrade). Last year I put it all in that same closet, but just on the floor and the top of that antique server Jake had in there. But, I had to move it all out when Jake and Carla stayed here for the month before they got their new house. I did take and post a picture so you will understand what I'm talking about.

Then I moved onto the dresser knobs. Got the drill motor and a bit out and was ready for the project, but the first knob stopped me cold. The screw that comes with the knob is too short! So, I had to put that all on hold until I get 16 longer screws!

I hooked up the back sprinkler and set the timer, then went looking for something to eat. I settled on the last two hot dogs and an ear of sweet corn.

When the timer went off and I went outside (in the dark) to unhook the sprinkler, I saw my next door neighbors in their garden with flashlights, picking something. I called out, "Boy, you must really want some tomatoes!" They laughed and explained someone at the wife's work had given her a recipe for fried green tomatoes and they wanted to try them. So, we chatted a bit about different batters and frying techniques.

I went back inside and watched a taped show, then went to bed, still thinking about fried green tomatoes.