Last night Bill, Peggy, Roy and I went to Dena's to help her hang the mirror and artwork she bought before moving into her new home. Mainly because schedules conflicted and life in general, there didn't seem to be the opportunity to help her get this done. That is, until last night. Granted, I was not much help. I am an eyeball it and hang it kind of gal but I am fighting off a sore throat that is immune system related, not a cold and this shall be a sign unto me that a sore throat means, slow down. Dena made (the trip) dinner for us. Yummy BBQ from a place off Mason. It was delicious and I think we all did the second helping thing. Then it was time to get to work. Out came hammers and tape measures and molly bolts and nails. There was some furniture moving and the master wall hanger Bill, began to work his magic. He was helped by his two lovely assistants, Peggy and Roy. I took myself out of the equation, notice a math term, when all this dividing and fractionating started taking place. I am not gifted with patience for tedious tasks. Roy and Peggy are dividing and measuring and talking fractions. Uh, no one told me math was going to be involved. I made it my job, unnecessarily, to make sure Bandit or now as he is known out here in Rancho De Five, Mr. B was entertained and played with.
In the background the beginning of the Olympics skated on. With the sound muted, Peggy and I played commentator to the pairs skating. Time to refresh my knowledge of skating terms because you need them about every 4-6 years.
At 10:00 pm we all realized we were out too late on a school night. The sidewalks roll up kind of early out here on the prairie. This is the closest thing to a barn raising where everyone gathers to help their neighbors.