I have been a total blog slacker lately. Sorry. Let’s see. Where did we leave off?
Saturday I had an experience that gave me a bit of hope for the future of the planet. I coach a group of kids getting ready for a horse competition sort of like Jeopardy. In the middle of practice one girl got up and threw away her pop can. I thought I was going to have to get her bodyguards. The rest of the group got all over about, “You can’t just throw that away. There’s a recycling place in the hall, etc.” I was so proud.
On Sunday I went on a road trip with the husband. That is a potentially scary thing. He’s been known to get bored on road trips and pick fights. But he was so grateful that I agreed to come with him that he was being good. He had to go GPS the roads in a county in the southern-most part of the state. So we drove 2 hours down. Then we set up the GPS machine. This is a commerical machine not something little that regular people have. It is a lot more accurate so a lot more complex. We needed to put a receiver on a pole out the sunroof ( it was only 30 degrees) and then drive around. I was in charge of driving around at this point. I had to keep an equal distance from the center line when driving. These were curvy roads in the foothills of the Appalachans. I’m a “straightenin’ the curves, flattenin’ the hills” kind of girl just like the Dukes of Hazzard. But I learned to never cross the yellow line around these curves. Annoyed a bunch of people driving behind me because you have to slow down to be able to do that.
As we were driving around I started seeing lots of paintings of quilt blocks on barns. I wasn’t sure why this was but anything combining barns and quilts had to be good, right? So I found the answer today. Adams County Attractions The answer is basically – because they could. No real reason other than getting tourists to drive around. I recognize over 90% of the attractions on that website because I drove almost every mile of that county while staying on the right side of the yellow line. My favorite is the Bentonville Anti-Horse Thief Society Historical Marker.
Other than that I just been home. My dear cat Groucho has decided to try to kill me while doing yoga. He was watching me do a strength routine. He decided that anytime I was balancing on one arm it would be fun to repeatedly headbutt my arm to see if I would fall. The answer was usually yes because I was shaky anyway.
I got to meet a neighbor yesterday because I got a flat tire in front of her house. I told her where I lived and she replied, “You’re the vet, right?” So I had to look at her dog. He was hit by a car the day before and partially severed his tail. Silly me I think he should go to a vet and get it fixed. But what do I know? He’s a farm dog. Either he’ll get better or he won’t. Survival of the fittest in the country.