My day

I had visions of granduer of all that I would wake up and accomplish this morning. But alas when that alarm went off I slapped the off button and slept on till Mom woke me up. I had to be in a Census meeting at 9 a.m. -only 20 minutes from now and I'm still in bed. At the meeting I learn I get to work at least 4 more days with the Census which makes me extremely happy. 
Back at home I find my mother in the garden picking beans, dad breaking them on the porch, and a friend who brought her two girls to play with the kids we keep. I make an executive decision to help with the beans for a while and let my census work go till later. Mom talks me into going on to work so we can take Stacy swimming later. I know it means a lot to him, so I head off down Lantana WAY back into no where.
I had some crazy adventures today. Seriously. I found out one road on my map didn't even exist. I ran into the same guy three different times within 2 hours. I inquired at one house about an empty trailor and he was there. I cross Lantana, take several backroads off of backroads and I'm looking at an obviously vacant house. Who can I get to tell me about it? I stop in the middle of this backroad to ask the truck behind me about it. Its the same guy in the little beat up red and blue truck. So I finish up those backroads and I head off in another direction. This time I'm looking for someone to tell me about a missing trailor that goes with the porch and steps that sit alone out in nothing but woods. Mistaking directions to someone who would know, I knock on the door and that same guy in the little beat up truck answered the door. I swear, as many  miles as we travelled, I cannot for the life of me understand how we could have ran into each other three times. It kinda looked like I was stalking him. :)
One place I went was gravel up about 45 degree angle. It was rutted out bad. At the top I sloped to an even steeper grade and worse ruts so I turned around and tried the other end of th road. I enquired at a house where several people were sitting on the front porch. The man tells two young men on a 4-wheeler to take me to the houses I needed to go to and drive slow enough I could follow in my car. The boys were extremely helpful and got me done way quicker than if I had tried to find them on my own.
One stop was a taxidermy shop. I borrowed their bathroom located passed the buffalo and between the wolf and black bear.
One house I stopped to ask for info, looked like no one was home, but I was desperate. As I knocked on the door I was sure I smelled fresh green beans cooking. Someone had to be home. Yep, the guy wasn't too willing to help, but smiled as I guessed what he was cooking.
One lonely old house was at the end of a road, once an obviously well kept farm. The old lady who answered the door told me she was there visiting her father who was 98! She grew up in this house, married her neighbor, and moved down the road. :)
Thoroughly fed up with chasing vacant houses and some that no longer exist, I head home to a wonderful supper of okra, squash, cornbread, pork chop, green onions, and boiled potatoes. I'm drooling thinking about it. I ate as we drove the 45 minutes to the lake to get to swim for a little over an hour. The water was so warm it was almost hot. I don't remember it ever being this warm, but I'd prefer it to cold water. Stacy was swimming underwater trying to catch me and came up with a bloody head. He had ran into a stump and busted his nose and eyebrow. Nothing to serious, but definitely bloody. He'll have a head ache tomorrow.
Back at home now, I have paper work to do for census, Facebook to check, vbs to work on, and instead I'm writing my day's saga