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| No, not in pain . . . just singing happy birthday to us. |
So, we had ourselves the 6th Annual Hawks Road Hawg Roast on Saturday. A full accounting of the festivities would have to describe the midnight trip to the ER by Little Red and The Runner (they were there until about 9:00 am); the concurrent trip to the ER by Honey and Papa (imagine The Runner's surprise when her mother was wheeled in while she was dealing with Little Red); an unexpected conflagration; and Number One Son's birthday party which was held directly before the Pig Pickin proper.
I'm not sure which was the bigger hit: the pork (which was good, I thought), or Fluffernutter (who had a blast).
It was also a pleasure to watch Number One Son run around for hours & hours, thoughtlessly enjoying himself.
We (he and I) had a birthday on Friday.
Today, and continuing through the rest of this week, there is new carpet being installed in my house (and it's about time, too). Who knows what shall be found when the old carpet and pad are removed?
Finished the latest by my favorite contemporary author yesterday. Enjoyed it immensely.
Traditionally, the weeks following the Pig Pickin have us rolling up the sidewalks and hunkering down for the winter. We cannot do that this year--too many ambitious plans for the yard. Too many things still to take care of. Plus, it looks like the grass is gonna have to be mowed at least one more time.
Actually, there's a hell of a lot to plan for now that we're reaching the end of October.
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