Yearlings butt their heads together at a private farm near the village Lizavetin, southwest of Minsk. The farm is one of the few in Belarus specializing in breeding goats and producing goat cheese.
We went to Menard’s again yesterday. It seems we have spent every Saturday morning there for the past six weeks or so.
This time we ordered the wall panels for the #BathroomRemodel. The panels should be delivered tomorrow. No idea what time because making an exact delivery time is something from the ancient past.
We will hope for some time tomorrow and hope that they don’t reschedule if somebody gets a hangnail or something.
MjL 01 Mar 2015, 6:52 a.m.
Tracey needed some stuff from Wal-mart so we stopped there. I dropped her off at the door and then waited in the fire lane. (Yes, I am one of THOSE guys —— but at least I park out of the way and not in the middle of the road.)
My niece Lizz happened to come by on her way into the store and we had a nice gab about our remodeling project, frozen pipes and a peanut can story.
My Dad once had a problem with a dripping pipe connection above a water heater and he put a peanut can under the drip with the hope the leak would seal itself. Years later that peanut can was still sitting on top the water heater.
So now a successful plumbing story ends with the words “and no peanut can”, meaning do drips, leaks or dribbles.
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