A very wonderful lady in town who follows HSH blog donated some books. More on those in a future post. She also provided a great meal even while I loaded up the truck to take away a pile of wood she was also donating (plus gas money for the trips back and forth to the hermitage). Some are just so very thoughtful, so very good and kind. The wood is cut, hauled, split, dryed out red oak. She just has way too much. She got it from J., who passed away last year, another of the myriad CIA crowd who, with the FBI, and others from the NNIC, USAIC, etc., make this area their home upon retirement. I’m beginning to think that a majority of the retired population has this demographic. Thanks go to this wonderful benefactor of HSH.
The neighbor, wanting Jenny the Jeep to have a safe trip up the mountain while carrying heavy loads, made a rack out front of Jenny, a bit of a facelift for her, so to speak. Spreading out the weight of the wood does wonders for traction. So, thanks go to the neighbor, a genius with welding. And… and… when I don’t need the rack, it pops right off.
In the back of the picture above, you see a trailer he made. Underneath, there was a super active yellowjacket nest. Since he’s deadly allergic to even one sting (which would send him to his death if he were to be without an epipen), I’m delegated to get rid of the monsters. This is the result, or part of it anyway.
The corpses number about a gazillion. I think I could have dug much deeper to show you more, but, you get the idea.