While this is going on, an opportunistic, business man comes to our door asking if we would like him to take care of our fallen trees. He tells me he will be right back with an estimate after surveying the damage. What could it hurt?! I tell him that we have friends who will help us later this week, but sure he can give me an estimate. He had stopped by yesterday and talked to Jeff who had told the man that we would probably want to keep the wood for our own fuel use. So, this guy comes back with two figures. He will remove all the brush (keeping the wood to sell himself) for six-fifty. I had to let that sink in a minute, $6.50????, before repeating back to him six hundred and fifty dollars?? because $6.50 didn't sound right, but neither did $650... I almost laughed in his face, which is very rude. Then he continued, "Of course for 800, we will cut the wood up for you to keep." So, now, here I am, a huge, stupid grin on my face quietly chuckling, explaining to him that I appreciated his time, we will keep his card (to tell others not to get suckered by him), but we would wait until our friend could help out. I couldn't hold it back, so I quickly shut that door as he turned to walk away; I was in full, belly-deep laughter as I climbed the stairs to tell Jeff. I hope nobody was that daft to pay these people to sell their firewood... later today, we did see them with their truck full of brush, oh well, at least we weren't the suckers... this time!
Around 1pm, Jeff's friend from fighter pilot days showed up. We all went out to lunch and Jeff and his friend relived glory days. Ellie and I walked around doing the keep-baby-busy dance. Afterwards, we drove through the Valley, pointing out hysterical (historical) sites. On the way home, I noticed a baby swing - I have been looking for one - in the shape of an airplane. I overpaid, but it came home with us.
While Jeff and his friend watched a movie, Ellie and I visited the neighbors with the swing set. They said we could hang a baby swing if I found one. It was such a nice day that Ellie and I stayed outside, visiting our horses and climbing on the slide in our backyard before coming back inside for bath and bed. Today has been a little hard for Ellie and me... I am weaning her, slowly, but that still means she is not getting what she wants (cow's milk and/or water are NOT the same!) and she is flailing and kicking, bumping into me... somebody forgot to tell my body that we are weaning and I can stop producing! So, I finally get her to bed, she is exhausted, and I put together dinner. I crash again, early and am able to sleep until.... 5:30am!!! YAY! Good Job, Ellie!!!!
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