18

A new day. A new life continues.

Back at last!  A whole week I've been gone.  Driving a truck for the harvesters.  Good money though.

I see where Xena has been playing with my computer while I was driving.  The work was good.  Our neighbors needed another driver while Jesus rested his left after he dropped the tire on it and smushed the tendons in his right ankle.  It was only a temporary job but BJ gave me two twenties each evening after work.  I gave them to Xena since she's the money woman.  She never seems to need money but she took the twenties without a second glance.

We'll be leaving the campground tomorrow morning since we're no longer needed for the harvesting although BJ said that we're welcome to come along since  there's bound to be other harvesters needing good hands but Xena wants to go the the music festivals in Missouri for the next month and then head for the mountains while it is still summer and she can "climb those mountains".

She wants me to put the finished church painting on the site and also the new one I started yesterday.  I'll work on the new one this morning and afternoon.

The finished church graveyard is OK.  Nothing special about it although it was fun.  The new farm is just sketched in and I won't know if it's a keeper for awhile.