After a successful yard sale yesterday, and the donation of most of the remnant to a local service group, the lonely log cabin has a bit more room in it. A few more yard sales and we may actually have room to move about in comfort.
To celebrate our successful retail venture, and to deal with the first Mother's Day, post-Ma, FCC and I had a late breakfast. Originally, the plan was to go to a small restaurant here in Runamuk, but alas, the owner didn't open today- she was spending the time with her mother. On to plan B.
On the way back to the cabin, FCC mentioned that she was going to get her rain coat for the trip. I told her that was a good idea, and that I was wearing a hat for that very reason. I didn't like the drumming sound as rain hits my bald spot.
God bless her, FCC asked if that was what rain hitting my head sounded like. I replied that actually it sounds like pebbles hitting an empty tin can!
At this point, most people would tell me where to go. She just shook her head. A woman of infinite patience!
We didn't find a place to retire on this trip, but I did have a very nice breakfast and that is the next best thing.
Must get ready for a busy day tomorrow. We are receiving new short term staff, and all must be ready.
Later, Mushers!
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