Family came over for dinner tonight. We were… by all means…. winner, winner, chicken dinner.
Of course, it was great to see everyone, and spend time together. Our discussions are always lively and good.
After dessert, we took the group out to meet the baby chickens. It didn’t seem quite right…. just having dined on BBQ chicken and lots of it. It felt a little Benedict Arnold to me.
But we pressed on.
From there, a tour of the barn. The infamous-relocation-barn which couldn’t be built. It seemed. Until, of course, we hired a new builder. And now we have hints of barn all over the place. Big hints, which we explored thoroughly.
And. In case you were wondering about any of the photos, in particular the plastic bags on our feet…. well… that goes way back to an old family tradition started by our Grandparents Eunice and Doyle.
It is much too sad to talk about tonight, but we still wear plastic bags on our feet every birthday, to remind us of the historical day. A very involved story, it is. But just like lighting the candles on the birthday cake, some traditions remain centered and important in our lives.
The bright side is this.
And like Grandma Eunice used to say… “Get back on your feet. It is in the bag.”
It’s Monday. You got this.
“I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.”
― Thomas A. Edison
“I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.”
― Albert Einstein
“Everything you can imagine is real.”
― Pablo Picasso
“Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson