Yesterday was Tree Guy's "tomorrow" from three days ago. (Don't try to follow that; it's just a way to amuse myself.) The important thing is that the branches are off the barn roof and the roof did not cave in. I saw TG drive up and watched as he headed down to the pen alone. I wondered how long it would take before he'd be back to ask for help. Not too long. He'd discovered that goats insist on helping with any chore in the pen, clustering around, nibbling on shirts, pants, shoes, tools, and generally getting in the way. He didn't need help pulling the branch, which was the size of a fairly large tree; he needed me to keep the goats away.
Dave and the Freed Spirits had planned a group motorcycle ride to the foothills and I was to meet them for lunch. Dave called for a weather report in the morning and I had to tell him, "Wet, windy, and cold." They wisely decided to postpone their outing for a week. The sun did come out later in the day, but the wind was pretty fierce at times and didn't die down until nearly dark.
Camille had invited me to attend an appreciation dinner for volunteer servers at the local fund-raiser crab feeds. Camille and her mom, Olga, had participated, and I got to be the "plus one" as their guest last night. Good food and great company, a terrific combination.
It was a good day.