The suitcases are out

And the kids are packing for their trip to Grandma and Papa's house.

I don't see a single item of clothing in their suitcases. And Joey's started on cramming his backpack full of stuff. Never mind that there are 3 chess sets there, he wants to bring the one they brought him.  And you'd think that the girls can't sleep without 15 stuffed animals. Don't kid yourself. They don't sleep with or without stuffed fluffed fomite covered things.

In other news... the guys are back to try to get the solar panel inspection passed this time.
I know.. you're thinking "wow. solar they must be rich" no. But we ran the numbers and we can pay the credit union monthy or we can pay the electric company monthly. At least with the credit union, there's a payoff date. And once the electric company installed a new meter last year our use went up 40%. It seemed awfully suspicious and it's not like you can shop around for a less fishy company. And we live in the land of perpetual sun. So much so I'm almost ready to say I'm ready for a break from perpetual sun. Never thought I'd say that. And I don't want too long a break. I think1 week in ct ought to be fine for that.

But anyway.. in perpetual sun we can make electricity from said sun. Sadly, because we can't get the backup batteries and generator you'd need to be completely off grid, we're still on the grid. And there's still that gas and water issue we are grid bound for.  *sigh*

We bought our cranky neighbor off with fresh eggs and got 2 more chickens. Chicks, actually. Yeah. Larry ought never let me go back to the feed store without him. They had kittens there, also. He did draw the line at those. I don't even like cats. But I was thinking, well, an outdoor cat might catch the dang squirrels that keep eating my garden... Larry's been waging war with a bb gun and after I threatened to bring home a cat, he put out poison.  Anyway.. the chicks are now 5 weeks old and really cute. They're in the rabbit's original cage until they're big enough the hens won't kill them. "Pecking order" has actual meaning when it comes to chickens. As does the term "squawk like a hen" in case you were wondering. 

Welll.... Joey's here insisting that we read the next chapter in Tom Sawyer. We missed it last night, and he want so read. It's out of character for him to want to read anything, so I guess I should take the opportunity while it presents itself.