Wednesday, August 8

Slept late, until around 7:30. Did stair stepping, resistance bands, and weights exercises after breakfast. Hubbie accompanied Mother to our house mid-morning, and she peeled and chopped ripe tomatoes, and sliced some that were between green and ripe. Both went into the freezer. The ripe ones will be used for soups and sauces, and the sliced ones will be used for fried green tomatoes.

While she did this, I called the scrapbook club members to get their estimated volunteer hours for the year. One lady loves to chat, so it was a while before our conversation ended. Left a message for the other member, since she wasn't home, and I don't know her cell phone number. Then I chatted briefly with Daughter.

Did a couple of household chores after that, and at 11:30 headed upstairs to get ready for the day. Prepared lunch at noon, and then Mother went to the couch for her afternoon nap.

While she slept, Hubbie and I ran errands...to the newspaper office to leave the word search puzzle contest; to the greeting card shop to get a card for Hubbie's great-granddaughter, who will celebrate her first birthday Friday; to the farmer's market to pick up some more green tomatoes for the freezer, since our crop has quit...also picked up yellow and zucchini squash, and a box of plums from one vendor, and a loaf of homemade wheat bread from a Mennonite vendor; to the cable TV office to let them know that I'm unable to access my DVD player following a change in cable boxes (a tech was scheduled for a visit this afternoon); to the WDCS to return some unneeded electrical receptacles, and to pick up new potatoes and cottage cheese; and lastly, to the farm store for a bag of birdseed.

On the way back home, we needed to cross railroad tracks. The signal was sounding. Some sort of yellow vehicle was approaching on the tracks.

"Wonder what that is?" I said.

"It's a worker carrier," Hubbie said, authoritatively.

"A what?" I quizzed, doubtfully.

"It's a support transport," he waxed poetic.

"You don't have any idea what it is, do you?" I laughed.

"No," he said.

Online research shows that it's a track maintenance car. When I pointed this out to Hubbie, he contended that this is what he meant. He knew what it was, but didn't know the technical name for it.

Okay.

We were back home around 2:30. Didn't accomplish much before Mother woke up. I try not to rattle around making noise while she's sleeping.

Later, I put leftover lasagna in the oven for our supper, which we had with the remainder of the garlic bread, and salad with cottage cheese. Accompanied Mother home afterward, and waited while she took a shower.

At home, Hubbie and I watched TV, as usual, including another episode of "Mystery Woman."