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Another Day for the Dogs
Moondance
Spring is in the air
The Wonder Years
This afternoon my daughter and I traveled across the Connecticut River to visit a tack shop. As we drove through Moodus, we passed the old 4-H Camp that I attended with my cousins when I was 13 and 14 years old. It looks exactly the same. I was immediately drawn back in time… a weird but wonderful feeling.
All those years ago I was a suburban girl living with my family on Staten Island and I cherished my summertime visits with my Connecticut country cousins and their horses. Two summers in a row we went to camp, bringing their trusty appaloosa horse, “Apple” with me. Those weeks are among the best of my teen years, I remember them like it was yesterday and to this day I’m grateful for the experience.
I’m in the middle of the bunch.. the girl with the very dark hair and a tube top being pulled by the boy I had a crush on.. Billy Rule. He was a smart*ss. About the tube top…. I had not much of anything to put IN it… but they were all the rage back then. (Hey, it was 1979 or so… you remember, don’t you. I bet you even had a few).
The camp handed out news letters every friday… and that week, after the thursday night dance… the front page header was… “INVASION OF THE TUBE TOP TWIRPS”. Um… that would be us.
Still shocking after all these years
Roamy in England!
Roamy has arrived in England, hosted by the wonderful Helen, who will show him so pretty incredible places. Stay tuned!…
http://theroaminggnome2011.blogspot.com/2012/03/roamy-arrives-in-england.html
Why did the chickens cross the road? ….
He thinks it’s funny
The manchild was giggling when I came in from the barn last night all soggy from the rain. He and grown daughter were talking about WHEN THEY MOVE OUT. They saw me coming down the hill from the barn and I guess I looked forlorn. I wasn’t, just so ya know. It was raining and muddy and I dumped a water bucket down my leg by mistake. Do you know how wet jeans and a boot full of water feel when it’s 38 degrees out at dusk and your teeth are already chattering from the raw damp misery that swirls around you and the damn chickens won’t get in their coop without issues?
So anyway.. they weren’t laughing about that. No.. they were wondering what good ole MOM is going to do once they do move out. My dear son said to me… “Mom.. you oughta start thinking about getting a hobby or open a store again or something… you know… to fill the time you use right now to do all that stuff for us. I’m probably going to have to come home from college now and then just to give you something to do.” I love him, I do.
*sigh*
But you know… it’s not like there isn’t a grain of truth in that little speech there… I have plenty of hobbies and chores and little jobs here and there, thank you very much… but perhaps it’s time to start thinking about what I might be able to do next. NEXT. Although I kinda like the job I have now. I haven’t asked to give it up. It’s just inevitable that it’s going to change some.
It’s been raining/snowing/sleeting here at This Old House for two days now…some would say downright dreary. I happen to be enjoying it because we are all here under the same roof, waiting out the rain together, meandering through uneventful, unhurried evenings. I’ll soak up every drop of that.
He’d make a really cool cowboy, don’t ya think?
Isn’t that just the truth.