Today was Bee day. Yesterday was tupperware day, but tupperware day really started with the bees. Okay, from the beginning. We have a cupboard in the kitchen that backs up Wagainst the northwest wall. We started getting bees in the kitchen so went looking for the place they were coming in. Opened the cupboard and voila. Out flies a bee. Now we know where they're getting in. So, first order of business is to take everything out of that cupboard and examine the back wall. Well, you wouldn't believe what all was in that cupboard. A pressure cooker, a deep fat fryer, two soup pots, a roasting pan, five mixing bowls, 4 small loaf pans, a 3 tier cake pan set, a layer cake pan set, a coffe maker, a hot air corn popper, and numerous pieces of tupperware. I pulled everything out and thought I could at least put the tupperware in the tupperware cupboard. Okay, that is full to bursting. Guess I better sort through the tupperware cupboard. When I was done getting it all out, It covered the kitchen table, a long counter and the stove. (you all do remember that John's mom was a tupperware dealer, don't you?) Christy said I had enough tupperware to go on safari. Well, I got on the phone and called my neighbor Angie and asked her if she wanted some. Nice lady that she is, over she came. We had three piles. Keep, Angie's, and Goodwill's. Goodwill made out like a bandit. I hope Grandma Girlie isn't up there watching. She would be shocked. All the tupperware fits in one cabinet now.
Okay, back to the bees. Merle Brandt, our bee man who brings the hives, came out with his son and proceeded to take that outside north west corner apart. He said the hive wasn't where he thought it should be. It wasn't in the siding. He thinks they might have a hive in the basement rafters over the concrete cave. He sprayed a lot of Wasp and Hornet spray into the hole and the bees stopped coming out. But all the other bees are frustrated because they can't go in. And they really don't like being sprayed. Now the modus operandi is to spray the bees every hour until we've gotten most of them. Then we'll cover it with plastic to keep them out as much as possible. Then it's up to John and wonderful brother-in law Steve to figure out how to repair the mess.
In between spraying, I took the screen door off, stripped off the screen and painted it. First coat first side, dry,spray bees, flip, first coat, other side, dry, spray bees, first side second coat, dry, spray bees...........you get the idea. We got the spline for the screen yesterday when we were in town. Bought the screen today when I was in town. Never can get it all at once.
Christy and I ate at MacGillys at the marina in Yankton last night. She had fish tacos and I had Torsk. It's called the poor man's lobster and does taste like it with melted butter, but then, I'd probably eat shoe leather if you put melted butter on it. What the heck is Torsk anyhow. It seems I heard it was a fancy name for another kind of fish. It was delicious.
We went to the cemetery on the way home and Christy took pictures of all the tombstones for geneology information. Tomorrow is clean up day here at the farm. We'll meet Alex in Yankton to give him his Bubbalou's BBQ sauce which he brought from Orlando and forgot to get out of the car. 
On Sunday we head out for the Black Hills to switch vehicles with Ben, and then it's off to find old Homesteads and tombstones.
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