About 3:00 a.m., it commenced to rain as predicted and was still raining as I arose for the day. I had decided to take advantage of sewing momentum and stay at the farm that extra day. During a break in the rain, the dogs and I made our morning hike to the mailbox. The road wasn’t muddy, but the dogs enjoyed exploring the fields, and when we arrived back at the house I had to bathe their legs and “undercarriages.” Mike just hoses them off, but I treated them like the princesses they are and gently poured warm water over them from a watering can. Still, dirt came off on the towels.
That’s when I realized it was impractical to stay. I knew it would likely rain all day. As the dogs snoozed on a pillow in the living room, I packed. As I picked up the dog pillow on the kitchen porch, I came eye-to-eye with a big ol' frog sitting under a hosta leaf and knew I had made the right decision.
Packing, loading, traveling, unloading and unpacking – it was half a day’s work, and when it was over, I was in no mood to sew. Now in town, the rest of the day seemed without purpose.
Mid-afternoon, sister Harriet invited me to join her and other family members for an early supper at El Sombrero. It was just what I needed to give shape to my afternoon. I took the dogs for a quick constitutional and then we went to Ken’s where I picked raspberries while the dogs explored his back yard.
And the rest, as they say, is history – and perhaps not memorable. We pursued routine activities on Friday and Mike was home by 4:30 p.m. or so. The dogs greeted him calmly but enthusiastically. He unpacked before supper but announced that he was tired and would clean his motorcycle tomorrow. KW