The Grandson called Friday afternoon, wanting to hang out with us this weekend. When The Husband got home from work, we picked the young'un (now 17) up, took him to dinner, and brought him home with us.
Saturday the menfolk worked on the Cherokee. Between finding the part (a thermostat), installing it, and putting everything back together (which required another trip to the parts store), it took nearly all day. We were intending to leave the house about 5 p.m. to watch Granddaughter #2's band march in a competition, but were a little late by the time the menfolk got the grease off of themselves.
#2's band came in third. :(
It was late when we got home, and we all went straight to bed.
The menfolk test-drove the car today. It didn't over-heat. Problem solved, hopefully.
When they got home, they discovered that the leaf mulcher had been delivered to the front porch. As we were assembling it, The Husband got a phone call from Son #1's wife. Axel (the aged, sh*thead Rottweiler) has been feeling poorly. Earlier this week, the vet didn't hold out much hope for his survival, but Son #1 could not bear to have Axel euthanized. The vet gave Axel a couple of shots, and they brought him home. Today, he is worse. The Husband, The Grandson, and the Daughter-in-Law have taken Axel to the vet.
Axel won't be coming home. :(
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