Here’s something I’ve been meaning to mention; remember months ago when Ouest was “helping” me with some work and my little screwdriver mysteriously disappeared? I searched everywhere and was sure she somehow lost it overboard despite the fact that we were working in the chain locker. I grounded her for a week and only fed her bread and water, but she wouldn’t admit to anything. Well, the other day I was doing some electrical work and suddenly there it was, my screwdriver, in the ziploc bag full of electrical connectors. I’ve probably been in that bag a half dozen times since then but never noticed it. So good news for Ouest—she’s back on full rations again.
This morning we went over to Bucerias again just for a change of scenery.
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If you’d been my dad you would have used your metal detector to find them buried point down in the backyard. Hammering small screwdrivers and punches were loads of fun for my sister and I when we were barely big enough to wield a hammer. Good times!