Frustration!!!!!!!!!!

Day 24, "Every picture has a story"

Terry and I drove past this house in Veblen SD last Wednesday.  As you can read what the lady is asking, "Why are you taking a picture of my house?".  I did not get out of the car but I answered back, "My parents lived in that house for many years."  The story is this.  When the barn burned in 1980 Mom and Dad decided not to build on the farm again.  With the small amount of insurance money from the fire they bought this house and lived in it for about 15 years.  One summer my family and some of Al/Deb's kids drove up to Veblen and painted the entire house in one day.  I think Mom and Dad appreciated it but not a lot was said.  There are many stories around the house.  Mice found it inviting.  Dad did a lot of woodworking in the garage as he made gun stocks.  Mom had her favorite lounger where she would sit and watch her favorite shows.  They varied a bit, from Lawrence Welk to bible shows.  Mom often ate half a sweet roll in the morning and then would put the last half under the table cloth for a later snack!  It was fun staying late into the evening as we would stand outside and observe the bats feasting on insects as they flew through the air.  I had kind of two lasting memories.   One was when, by sibling decision😠😠😠, I was elected to drive up to take Dad in for his drivers test!  A long and not glorious story.  We drove up in two cars and came home in one.  You can figure out the rest.  I think there were other times when siblings or siblings in laws did the same.  Another, and perhaps the saddest, was when I decided to drive up to talk to Dad about some events in his past life.  It was a difficult and long conversation that lasted about 3 hours.  Did I get the answers I was looking for?  I am not sure.  Having said that I loved my Dad without reservation.  Within our siblings, there were 6 children, I did not end up as being the most popular for sure.  I know my Mom loved me in a huge way but there was a time late in her life when she said I was a terrible son.  I think it was said in a stage of frustration but not sure if there were any lasting effects.

The frustration, well those darn ceiling fans are the worst project in the universe.  I will prevail but do not know how and when.

A short ride this morning on Bentley after breakfast and watering the garden.  Oh my I think I need to point out the cucumbers to Terry as many may be almost ready for her pickling.  Our hot weather continues and I think I may need to water some of the lawn again soon.

The FP is down to the red tent picture on the outside of the cup so time to sign off and get some things done.