My daughter and her husband just made their first trip to the farm. After the farm "tour", her response was "It's not as bad as I thought it would be". This after nearly a month of scraping, wiping, hauling, dumping, cutting, and otherwise cleaning up around the place. I'm thrilled that we have made so much progress...NOT! If you ask me, I can barely tell that we've done much of anything around here, though the ache in my back tells me I've been doing something.
The kids brought their one year old Britney Spaniel with them, and Riley had a ball chasing rabbits, Casey our Golden Retriever, and terrorizing Sox our cat. Riley also found the burrs and the kids had a wonderful time with a brush and a pair of scissors getting the little devil's removed. Riley needed a hunters clip instead of that big city "do".
One thing they brought with them was an old snow sled of mine and the old Flexible Flyer still looks to be in pretty good condition. I honestly can't remember the last time I took it for a spin down a hill, but it took me for a little spin down memory lane. I think I mentioned a while ago that as a kid, I was an accident waiting to happen? Well that old sled is part of one of those accidents.
To make a long story short, that sled was under me when I broke my arm. It was not a common break, and I had to see a specialist to get it set properly. I didn't get a cast, it was more like having your arm taped to your body at a 45 degree angle for what seemed like forever. Doing school work was always a challenge because I couldn't hold my own paper down to write and teachers had to tape it down for me. Getting dressed was tough, and that is just some of the stuff I recall about the whole affair.
Yep...that old sled sure brought back some memories. Margie and I are building a rather interesting collection of memories here on the farm too. Only problem...we're usually too tired at the end of the day to remember them.