While waiting around to get permission to begin painting at the new Catholic church in Visalia, I hung out in the yard a little bit, between rainstorms.

Pippin and Tucker wondered why I was jerking their salad out of the ground. (Humans call it “pulling weeds”.)

Trail Guy and I talked about this old bird bath. Cowboy Bert made it for me out of 2 discs and a pipe, added an auger-tip to the top, and I did a tile mosaic. Because of the auger tip, it continually rusted until all the tiles fell off. Then I just moved it to our Someday pile.

Trail Guy thought we could figure out how to turn it into a bird feeder, and I said yes, we can, by flipping it over so the auger tip goes into the ground and the base becomes the top. I wanted to sand it some and then cover it with several coats of Rustoleum.

However, Trail Guy was eager to get those birds situated, so the painting will have to wait. He also did some sort of man-powertool-stuff so the pipe won’t fill up with water.

While Pippin and Tucker participated in our outdoor activities, Jackson took a nap indoors in the sunshine. He is more sedentary and introverted than Brother Pippin and Uncle Tuck.

I also spent a fair amount of time on the phone with Apple, cleaned out some cupboards, knit, read, did the yearend bookkeeping, polished the headlights on Fernando (that is my car), worked on the book about TB which is a long story that began here, here, and here. Someday, when we finish the project, I will tell you the whole story. Of course if this waiting time continues and I run out of other topics for posting, I may tell you before the project is finished.

Thus we conclude Chapter Three of While I Was Waiting.