23:10. Time for Children to be in Bed and Sleeping.

It's 22:48 and I was going to blog earlier this evening so I guess this will have to do. I was amused at work and you all seem to like these the best so I try to deliver.

The inspector appeared this morning, all bright and cheery and Abraham's good mood vanished like dew in the sun. She's really loud, almost as if she believes we are all very dutch and very deaf. We are dutch, but we are not deaf and we can speak and understand English just fine. Anyhoo, Abraham asked me if I called the inspector. I said that I didn't hate him that much.

Eugene bought some new knives and they are very sharp and slightly unwieldy. I remarked to Eugene that I was quite fond of them. Everyone kept cutting away at the meat. Abraham cut himself this morning. After a while I told Enos that if I would not like to meet this knife on a lonely street at night, and he said, "Du net sol schwetza!" Enos doesn't appreciate dark humor, I guess. But he did say then that a blunt one would be worse and I replied that it would hurt more, and Brenda giggled over in her corner.

The freezer is full to the brim with frozen meat. We wish people would be speedier at picking up their orders. Today we had quite a lot of people coming in and picking up their orders and Eugene told Enos that the freezer was emptying out again.

"But Linda keeps right on putting more stuff in there," protested Enos.

"Sorry," I said.

"You don't sound sorry at all." said Enos.

You're such a voice reader, Enos. Good job.

I asked Abraham what his last name was.

He told me in American it sounds like "Basic". But in Bosnia, his country, it sounds like Bäshich. He thought I pronounced it perfectly and grinned and grinned. Abrahäm Bäshich, 60 some years old, 30 years in the states, one wife, two children(boy and girl), two grandchildren, 2 half domesticated rabbits, a red pickup, and a frozen phone.

He left his phone in his pickup overnight. This morning he looked for it in the living room, on the table, in the kitchen, and finally found it on the seat in his pickup. It was stone cold (sober). He plugged it in and let it sit for ten minutes. When he tried to turn it on, it politely refused. Or impolitely. He smelled it and it "smelled not good." So his phone stopped working. He told me his daughter bought it for him oh, six or eight years ago. I suppose he'll get a new one now. He was not enthused.

It is 23:05. Tomorrow we butcher pigs and possibly two halves or so of beef. Tomorrow is also Friday, which means if the beginnings of this sore throat decide to keep progressing, it can happen over the weekend.

I hope ya'll can make sense of this post. I'm extremely tired and can't possibly try to keep to one topic too long. Alsoooo, it's supposed to get up to 70° next week, but it's also sposed to rain right then. April being April. If you write, send me your latest if you want to.

Here's the latest poem.