Workday at Mama's

Tomorrow is Mama's birthday. But since most everybody has to work tomorrow, we gathered at her house today.


As gift to her, Carrie rounded up a bunch of folks to come help weedeat the fence rows and move furniture.


Alan and Eugene came in from Corpus, and Gail and Bruce and Chuckie and his kids came up from Zavalla, Lonnie and I drove down from Daingerfield, Amber and her bunch came from over towards Beckville, and Carrie and her entourage came from the other side of the fence.


Some of the guys moved Mama's fridge from the apartment into her kitchen and moved the one she'd been using into the apartment. Here's Toby hooking up the water supply for the icemaker.


I came home with a little antique dresser that was D.B.'s mother's. It needs some work, but I really like it.

Lonnie and Lonny spent hours in the blazing sun, weedeating the fence rows and around wood piles, etc. I can't believe I didn't get a single picture of them. Carrie called after we got back home, and said Lonny went back out there to finish the fence row on their side, and got into a bunch of yellow jackets or something. They swarmed him and apparently really did a number on him. I hate that. She said his hands were swollen and his head was pounding, but he wasn't having trouble breathing. I hope it doesn't get worse.