"Oh, what a relief it is!" That line from an old Alka-Seltzer commercial kept playing in my head yesterday when the temperature finally dropped. I can't say it was exactly cool, but it was almost pleasant down in the barn. At least I wasn't covered in a sheen of perspiration as I had been for the last week. At this time of year it will undoubtedly be a brief respite, but I'll take what I can get and be glad that I got it!
While I'm keeping a wary eye out, I've also gotten a grip on the ant situation for the moment. At least there weren't those black trains going across the counters this morning. Maybe the little boogers are just regrouping the masses for another onslaught, but again, I'm happy for the break. I use ant spray on the walls and corners, and have found that a healthy dose of 409 works on the counters.
Back in the day when I was a medical records consultant for a nursing home corporation, it was nothing to drive 400 miles a day (round trip) and I did that for a number of years. I essentially lived in my car. Now I probably drive less than 20 miles in a week unless I have to make one of the dreaded trips to town. I might make it as far as Sacramento or Woodland once or twice a year. However, I will be making that trek this weekend at Deb and Craig's invitation for a barbecue. The price of admission is a pot of baked beans. I make pretty darn good baked beans. Wa-a-ay back in the day as a new bride to the Kids' father, I won (first thing I'd ever won) a barbecue cookbook (which I still have) in which there was a recipe for baked beans. It was an immediate success and I've been making it ever since. My mother had told me that one should always hold back a couple of special recipes and not share because then you'd always have something unique to bring to the table. That baked beans recipe is one of those. Yes, Deb has it, but, come on, there's nothing like Mom's cooking and, besides, it got me invited, didn't it?
Wouldn't want anyone to go into withdrawal from lack of a sunset photo, so, at last, here it is.