Saturday
After a long

work week, I look forward to kicking back and relaxing on the

weekends; however, sometimes it does not work out as intended. As I went through this weekend, I took some pictures with my phone to document events as they happened.
Saturday morning, my son woke me to take him to get a tire repaired and do some grocery shopping. While we were putting up the groceries, the pager went off for a "grass fire". This was actually a woodland fire that covered almost 2 square miles and threatened 7 structures. It took 4 1/2 hours to get it under control. No loss of life

or property, just a lot of heat, smoke and soot that needed to be washed off. Except I discovered the result of a tumble I took did not wash off.

Coming out of the shower, I discovered a missed call and 2 texts. My daughter was letting me know that my granddaughter was following family tradition of being a crack shot and bagging a deer on opening day of the juvenile hunt, and could I come over and help with processing? So I gathered my knives and went to cut meat. While we were cleaning up, my phone rang; A woman who lived at one of the houses I was working at earlier had seen fire behind her house and wanted to know if she needed to call 911. I told her that I would come over and look at it. So I drove over and stomped in the dark 20 yards beyond the firebreak to where a tree laying on the ground was burning. I sprayed the area with a foam solution from a pump sprayer to assure her that even if the tree kept burning, it wouldn't spread. By the time I returned home, it was almost 1am.
Sunday
Sunday morning, my son asked

me to ride with him to my sister's house in Missouri where he had to pull a starter from one of the vehicles. After that, he wanted to stop at a friend's house to swap a game. Then he asked what I wanted to do. I mentioned checking out some property I have in Tecumseh. My son, his friend and I headed out, but at the last moment I suggested a side trip to Dawt Mill. There is a restaurant there that my ex-girlfriend works at, and I had not been able to get there before. For a place off the beaten path, the service was good and the food was excellent. My son actually compared it to Montgomery Inn in Cincinnati. I didn't get a picture of the restaurant, but I took a picture from the front porch. We then went and checked on the property, dropped off his friend, and headed home. On

our way home, my resident redneck called and asked if I'd pick him up from his dad's place, a few miles north of Yellville. So I had a nice drive in the dark, dodging the nocturnal critters, out to the middle of nowhere. While on my drive, I stopped to snap a picture of the Cotter Bridge.
The past 2 days had fire and ice, up and down, in and out, everywhere and nowhere. All in all, it was a good weekend.