It was the last showing at our library. I didn’t know if I’d make it, but somehow I managed to squeeze out three hours to join the fun in Seymour.
This was the second year our little library was included in the worldwide showing of the ten films featured in the Manhattan Short Film Festival.
Imagine little ole Seymour being included in this global event.
The other three showings had more viewers. Sunday afternoon is football time, after all, but we had enough people (all women) to make comments and share reactions during the break. Also, the free popcorn added to our movie event.
I can’t wait until next October when we will host the 23rd Annual Manhattan Short Film Festival.
Yesterday afternoon I was on the Internet visiting face to face with friend, Pauline, in Tasmania. At the same time, Bob was waiting for a truck to arrive to pick up the corpse of an old tractor.
I didn’t know exactly when Bob went outside. I was too involved with Pauline. We hadn’t connected in months and I didn’t want to miss the time with her–it was 3:45 pm Thursday here and 6:45 am Friday in Hobart, Tasmania. You can see why it’s hard to connect at the same time.
If I had been outside, I would have taken photos of the tractor (missing one large back wheel) as it was loaded on the truck. Bob was impressed with the process.
Months ago, someone else tried loading that tractor and couldn’t. He left it out in a spot where it was in the way. We were so glad when this truck came and was successful with the loading.
Heading to old tractor salvage yard
I arrived as the last chains were set in place after the tractor was loaded.
The truck couldn’t use our farm driveway as that is just mushy from all the rain. He was sure to have gotten stuck there.
Instead, he had to back out between our buildings, which was a tight squeeze.
I held my breath as he backed out. The mirrors on his truck were sure to hit the building.
No worries. This expert driver knew exactly what he was doing and was soon on the road with his load.
Today I used my pressure cooker to tenderize beef bits to use in a batch of stirfry–in reality, it turned out to be chop suey.
I had vegetables from the freezer and some from the fridge. It’s the kind of meal that doesn’t take measuring. I just throw veggies into hot oil to get them cooking, add shredded beef, soy sauce, molasses, and ginger.
I hadn’t made this in quite a while. Bob had seconds.
The trouble was that partway through cooking I had the wish that I had a can of La Choy Chop Suey vegetables. That’s what we used when I was a kid.
I haven’t used this kind of canned vegetables in many years, but just thinking about a meal made by my dad gave me warm feelings.
I doubt if I’ll buy a can of La Choy, but if I do, I’ll make it the way Dad did.
leftovers going into the fridge
The photo doesn’t do my chop suey justice. My meal was very good. I’m pretty sure, Dad would have approved.
I didn’t know that Queen Anne’s lace was considered an invasive species in Wisconsin. I’ve always liked this plant.
Some call Queen Anne’s lace Wild Carrot, Birds Nest, and Bishops Lace.
It may be thought to be invasive by some but the black swallowtail butterfly find it a good host plant. I’ve added some to a bouquet of flowers to bring out the colors of my cultivated flowers.
I just want to say that I will continue to enjoy the blooming of Queen Anne’s Lace in our ditch where it makes the world a little prettier–at least I think so.
