Al was up before the crack of dawn to meet Roger in Fort Qu'Appelle, then they were off to Regina and their tables at the Regina Toy show. By the time Marilyn woke up there was snow falling, but fortunately it didn't stick around...the rain did, however.
Before Al left, he discovered that we had run out of propane during the night, so it was mighty chilly in the camper...good thing the fireplace took some of the chill off. When Marilyn finally pried herself out from the warmth of the bed, she got the tanks in the back of the pickup and headed for Melville to get them filled.
When she got back to the farm with the full tanks, she stopped at the house and picked up Jean and headed out to where the combine was parked, to move it back to the yard. Bob had finished the last field of flax last night around 2:30am, which meant his harvest was finally done. Yay!
After getting the combine back to the yard, she figured she might as well get the hoses rolled up and put away. Then it was "take it easy" time as she took the rest of the day off.
After all, tomorrow the camper goes home...
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