After church today, Kent and I took Brandt driving.
Somewhat off-topic, Lt. Gruber (the BMW) had significant mechanical issues that when we took it in to be diagnosed and possibly repaired, we stopped at the diagnosis and sold it on to a guy who works for the mechanics. I was sad to lose that car. I liked it. Kent purchased another car, an old Lexus with an automatic transmission. That has made all the difference in the world for Brandt who suddenly has a great interest in driving. He has been very nervous about driving the stick shift, so having only two pedals, not three, has changed his world driving view.
So today after church we went driving. We went up into Indian Hills and as we drove, we passed many Christmas trees out by the curb, waiting to be picked up. We drove slowly past several that looked really burnable, full and dry, the kind that would go whoosh! in an exciting way. Kent doesn’t like us to collect a lot of dead trees because he thinks they are a fire hazard, but the rest of us don’t. Brandt whispered that we needed to take the truck (borrowed from Leland Stout while we’ve been down a car, old, stick shift, no brakes) and go get all those great trees we saw.
We snuck out when Kent wasn’t looking and went to gather. We piled three trees in the back and drove carefully home, trying not to throw them out onto the ground as we rounded corners. We made it home and put the trees in the garden space, away from the house and in the non-flammable dirt. We are totally looking forward to burnings!
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