Also my other excuse for not writing lately is that I've become addicted to solving jigsaw puzzles, on my iPad and I am blaming my sweet sister Cindy for that new habit.
I've been trying to curb my addiction to these fun puzzles by playing solitaire, on my lap top, so now I have two addictions, jigsaw puzzles and solitaire, that I never had before all of this mess with that horrible virus.
Anyway, I am seriously thinking about starting a program that I've named JPSA (Jigsaw Puzzle Solvers Anonymous) and I will let y'all know when I open the first JPSA chapter in Medina. But remember it is anonymous, so I will not be able to reveal names or the secret location.
A few days ago while I was sewing my costume for me to wear in Jay Pennington's & Gerry Olert's upcoming Short Western—Vinegar To Honey, Tony came inside The Cabin and he was mad, and he said, "Last night something happened to all of my hummingbird feeders. They were emptied and completely dry this morning and I filled them up last night, before dark....I am going to move our game cameras and hope to find out what happened or who did it...."
While Tony was outside moving the cameras—I finished sewing my outfit for the movie. Knowing that I had to make my costume look old, ragged and dirty-looking, because of the character that I am playing I pondered how to distress my outfit.
I thought about spilling coffee on it, making a mud puddle outside and soaking it in the mud, etc., but I wasn't wild about either one of these ideas, so I pondered a little longer.
Then I had a light bulb moment and I knew exactly how to make my costume look old and tattered—I would drag the garments on the floor, because it is always dusty and covered in dog hair! And it worked!
Anyway, as I was dragging my skirt around the big room's floor Tony walked inside, and he asked, "What are you doing! Is Hazle dead?" And after I explained to him why I was dragging my clothes around on the floor Tony thought I was brilliant. I think?
Yesterday Tony downloaded the pictures from his game cameras and he found out why his hummingbird feeders were emptied and who had done it. Here are four game pictures and I've titled them—An Empty Glass. Because I love Gary Stewart's song Empty Glass.
FYI: The night before Tony "set his trap" and he intentionally emptied his feeders, and hung them back up, so later when Mr. R showed up it explains why he looks confounded as to why they were already empty.