So the life goes on.

Mr. Big Food went to work today. He did some Skpying from back in the Bunkhouse. I engaged the new weedwacker. Daughter C’s garden and the grape patch are looking good. I suffered an injury. Mr. Big Food heard me scream, “OUCH,” and came running. Farming is dangerous work. No broken skin. Ice.

It was Marica cooks Wednesday. Homemade deep dish pizza. On account of the chilly temps and wind, the In-Laws bailed from the Patio into the Big House early. Supper was good. The In-Laws retreated to the Apartment.

And then Mr. Big Food and I fed Jack & the dummies.

And then, as we not always but frequently do, we looked for a movie. I chose Stand by Me but the DVD player back here in the Den did not like that movie, so I picked myself up, again, and went back into the Bunkhouse, again, and picked another movie.

The DVD player liked our next choice. So on a 3×6′ rectangle, with pillows propped just so, on a 60 acre Farm, Mr. Big Food and I watched The Karate Kid.

What a great movie! I don’t mean classic great. But on a Wednesday evening after pizza night when we just want to watch a film– who could ask for anything better than the swan position to wack the big bully right upside the head?

Just what we needed.

Of course when the credits rolled, neither of us could call it a night. Which is why I can tell you that the sky is beautifully clear, and Mr. big Food has cleared a path to the percolator.

Good night!