Home for the next six nights: Arrowhead State Park, spot #39, in the — I can hardly believe it myself — Turkey Flats camping area. Happy Thanksgiving!
Now I’m a happy camper.
And that is my brand new shatterproof BPA-free stemless wine… cup.
The son instructs the father.
“‘Let sleeping dogs lie???’ I call bullshit. I’m waking him. Who would make up a dumb saying like that?”
This week’s read.
Seemed appropriate — although we prefer to limit the number of paws onboard to four.
Stared up at this beauty
for a long time this morning,
we’re unable to recall
when it was
that our boys
quit climbing trees.
Well I’ll be damned.
It’s making lazy circles in the sky.
How much do I love that my Construction Careers Academy kid
1. Noticed that this sliding door doesn’t close all the way,
2. Knew how to fix it, and
3. Did it himself, without being asked?!?!
Proud, proud mama!
Why yes, he does do windows. Did the entire exterior in fact!
Camping: it’s when housekeeping equity becomes a reality.
Lola the Hiker Dog: She leads the pack, and checks frequently to make sure her charges are behind her. And when we’re done for the day, she stands guard until the last of her herd returns. (At Talimena State Park)
And then she rests, knowing her work is done. Good dog, Lola.
All snuggled in for the night. Tired. Happy. Warm.
I’m no expert, but we’re gonna say that stuff on the other side of that there fence is wheat. Waving wheat.
My friend Amanda and her family went to see the Pope today. At the Vatican.
This is my attempt to one-up her “When in Rome” with my “When in… Tulsa.”
We did spend money today, but not on anything that can be gift-wrapped. Even bettah. At Arrowhead Stables
P.S. I could have done with a little less wind sweeping down the plain last night. Yawn.
I did it!
There was great clenching and breath-holding involved, but nobody lost their life, their lunch, or their side-view mirror.
I may not know how to back it up yet, but I drove that fucker through Dallas and parked it next to a starship.