Who would have thought

This morning when I got to work a group of people approached the pharmacy counter. It sounded like they were speaking French, so I waited until they got closer so that I could hear them well. One lady came up to the counter and started asking me a question in broken english to which I inquired, "Vous parlez francais?" Op la, she immediately started speaking french (really fast) and I tried to process this bizarre situation and switch to my french speaking brain. I was caught so off guard that I don't think I spoke one understandable phrase the whole time I was trying to explain to them, in French, which cream would be best for her husbands hands. Finally I got into the right mode and talked to them a little bit about them and what they were doing here and how I knew French. Now that they are gone my mind is going a mile a minute in French, just chattin with myself, thinking of all the things I should have/could have said to them. Who ever would have expected a group of French people to be driving through little ol' Roosevelt and stopping at my pharmacy??? Just crazy! It gives me an itch to return to my adopted country that I love- I am so happy right now!

Quite the project

I started weeding and raking my dead grass over a month ago. This is what it looked like after a few hours of work on the side of the house.

After a few more hours, I moved to the front of the house.
This picture was taken 3 weeks ago.

Then life got crazy and the yard was not a priority. You can not believe the growth of the blasted prickly weeds. This picture was taken last week, only 2 weeks after the last picture.

Four of five hours later, I made some progress

The rest was just plain brutal!! 9 (NINE) hours it took me to pull weeds from this last section of lawn. Happy Memorial Day to me! Now my dead lawn is almost rid of weeds and I can figure out how to get grass growin there again...

 

Any suggestions???