Happy 8th Bri
Happy 8th Bri! Today my granddaughter turns 8, and 8 is a big deal. In the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, 8 is the age one can be baptized.
We had a long talk on the phone where she told me all about the surprise her parents had for her this morning. Then, she played me a piece on the piano. (Yeah, Grandpa can’t wait until we can work out a duet on the piano. I was thinking something like 25 or 6 to 4.)
I’ve been trying not to think about my broken tractor. I’m trying to decide whether to trade it in, or keep doing minor repairs to get my through this season. It really stinks that I thought by spending a LOT of money on a tractor I would end up with one that would last and instead, getting a real LEMON.
After getting some yard work done, Elizabethe and I headed down to Henrietta where we planned to get dinner. When we got close, Elizabethe suggested we eat at Golden Corral. (groan)
We did. This is only my second time there, and I’m thinking it will be my last. I’m just not that impressed.
They had “steak”. The guy cooking it asked, “What temperature?”
I said, “Medium rare”.
What I got was beyond well done. So I went back and requested, “The rarest one you’ve got.”
This time I got one that was well done with a corner of it that was medium well.
Of course, there are so FEW people who understand what rare, medium and well even mean. Obviously, the guy cooking the meat was one of them.
From there it was over to Harbor Freight Tools where I picked up a $21 impact wrench so I can replace my own blades on my lemon-of-a-tractor. It will pay for itself in one blade change.
As we were heading home, my daughter sends me a picture of Bri…
Birthday Girl at Golden Corral
It turns out the birthday-girl wanted to go to Golden Corral too.
I guess there was a reason for us choosing to eat there too.