Since I didn’t have to work this week-end, I decided I would spend part of my time resting and another block of time organizing my house.
Instead, I ended up at a veterinary clinic worried sick (literally) about one of my dogs. He’s been my companion since the week JFK, Jr.’s plane went down, and a lot of water has trickled, rolled, cascaded and tumbled under the bridge since then. He’s better today and today is all we have, so back to life.
Did I absolutely have to work around the house, or was a little excursion in order?
We also learned how our forefathers made barrels and brooms.
I don’t know what this is.
At the barn, we learned how to cut slate (slate was imported – there is no slate at Slate Run) for roofs.
Admission is free at Slate Run.
There are ripe tomatoes on the vine, and you will never know how tempted I was to pocket one or two. However, I was good.