Oh my ... yes, there was lovely pork blood and guts flowing all over my fridge. Not the kind of activity I envisioned for my morning.
I removed bin after bin, glass after glass and all the plastic supports. It's amazing how far that stuff can run. At long last dinner time rolled around and I barbecued both tenderloins. Let me tell you, that is entirely too much meat for one person.
I've been eating on it now for about three days and I admit, I'm sick of pork. I've fixed it every way you can imagine. Note to self ... no more pork tenderloin.
Just for giggles, Patty and I took a short drive over to Green Valley to peruse the perfect puncturing machines. Long arm quilting machines have come into my sights. I never wanted to go there, but honestly, I probably could have purchased TWO with what I've paid my quilter over the last few years. It's a costly purchase, so much more investigation will be required.
Having returned home, I stopped in the Chance driveway just as we noticed these two roadrunners. The smaller of the two kept following the other, shivering it's feathers. I thought it might be a baby since it was so small, but maybe there was some courting going on.
The mystery was quickly solved when the smaller ran in front of the bigger with mouth agape and wings fluttering. It was a baby looking for food. MOM ... what's for dinner?? Mom??
Mom kept looking up into the trees, we decided in the hopes of spotting a nice juicy bug. Nothing seemed to jump out, so she left the baby and ran across the yard. In no time, she came back with a big black bug. Dinner was served with a smile. Mom and baby trotted off looking for more yummies. What a great spectacle to see.
So I'm packing this morning for an early takeoff. Two dogs, one parrot, eight boxes of fabric and what's left of my threadbare wardrobe. Wouldn't you know, the weather has cooled down considerably, just in time for my departure.
Several of my desert friends came to say goodbye ... hummingbirds, bats and my favorite .... Mr. Spider, in all his three inch glory, came sneaking in when I opened the from door. YIKES!! I chased him half way down the hallway with a flyswatter before my aim took hold. Sorry little guy ... not really.
I am .... on the road again!!