Heh, I’ve discovered a book here. DOS for Dummies. I started reading it,
but didn’t get beyond the cartoons in the front before AOL finally was ready.

The junk saga continues. Jef, Nathan, and Steph took a JJ Truck load of it
to the dump, only to find that you have to make an appointment, and they
aren’t open on Wednesday. That’s why I was calling JM Disposal, to see if
they could come pick it up. JJ needed to pull the horsetrailer with Kimberly
and Whin inside up to get bred, so we had to empty the junk out of the pick
up and put it in a place where JM could pick it up but where it wouldn’t be
in the way. “Will the propane truck be coming soon?” asked Steph. “Nah,” I
answered, and so we decided to dump it on the little drive leading to the
propane tank. A few minutes later, we’d emptied the old cot, lawn mower,
truck bumper, wire fencing, and other assorted junk onto the ground. Not
five minutes later, the propane truck shows up. I couldn’t believe it. It
can’t come more than once a month. Fortunately, we’d left enough room to get
by.

Heather and Stephanie Stone came by after school today. (Heather is the one
who was in the hospital and unable to walk for a long time last summer.
She’s fine now, which makes me VERY happy to see.) Heather asked me if
Basket was ready to give birth. “Any minute now,” I replied. “Like when?”
“Within the next five minutes,” I said seriously. “Come on. Is she having
contractions?” “She didn’t tell me,” I answered. “Oh, she’ll tell you when
she’s having contractions?” “Yes,” I nodded solemnly, “She’ll say, ‘I’m
having contractions now.’” “Well, is she dialating?” “Why don’t you go look
at her butt and find out?” Sheesh. Some people. See if you’ll get any
information out of me.

Steph, Jef, and Nathan went to Walmart and out to eat at a Mexican place.
I’ve decided that Mexican is my favorite cuisine. But I elected not to go.
I really enjoyed being here all by myself. It’s amazing how much I enjoy
being alone. I loneliest I feel tends to occur when I’m with a group of
people.