We’re leaving at 4am Saturday morning for Niagara Falls (passports: check) and upstate New York en route to Pittsburgh for the 4th of July. I still need to grocery shop and do the laundry. Curt is in charge of all the “gear” like the car and the tent and the axe. I am in charge of the clothes and the kitchen. (Please help me remember a spatula this time, for Virginia’s sake.) How do you divide up your vacation responsibilities?
The Ladies of the Field are on their annual single’s cruise to meet eligible bachelors for this year’s calf crop. (longhorns: at a friend’s ranch for the month mingling with the bulls) Renae is on her way out to manage the farm and collect eggs while we are away. Abe is thrilled to have her undivided attention. Personally, I think he has a crush on her.
I finished the apron challenge I gave myself. (aprons: in the shop… the photos are not magazine quality, but my best effort to date. I give myself a B+ for the whole endeavor.)
The chickens are handling the heat as best they can… digging holes in the flower beds and dusting themselves frequently. (You may think, at first glance, that they are *ahem* dead. They are not. I may or may not have panicked when I first found this lady all stretched out in her dust bowl. Dude. You have to tell me about these things.)
My child is, at this very moment, walking around with a garbage can on her head. (Calm down; it’s mesh. I can totally see her.) She’s two. And, she’s in a good mood… a hit-or-miss thing these days. I’m not taking the garbage can away from her. Here is my child for you:
I will be fine once we hit the road and we are all physically strapped down. At the moment, I am near panic and in need of a milkshake.
Excuse me, I need to go. Rylie just flushed her underpants down the potty. “All Done!” she signed. Yes indeed, Child. All done.