oops....

Pam visited this weekend. On Friday night, we toured the house and then got in the car to meet Buffy and Fred. But the car would not go forward because new gravel had been put down, but not tamped, that day. She backed up, to try to get a running start. Same thing, no forward progress. Backed up a little more, still no forward progress. When I tell the story, the car was three inches from one of the porch pilings; see:

We got out of Pam's car, and drove to town in my car. On Sunday the car was rescued with Fred on his tractor, Pete in the car and Buffy supervising:

We also did some work in the house, moving stuff out of the great room pile. We had to have a celebration each day:

On Sunday, all of us moved the glass storage boxes from Mom's. We also moved the porch patio furniture, and then had to inaugurate it with another bottle of Proseco (thank you Pam!). Dave decided that the porch will be a perfect corn hole pitch. Wish I had taken a photo of Moey's cartwheel!