Postcards from the edge

I have a few travel stories to tell. Unfortunately, after typing a lengthy expose of the obstacles involved in trekking with four children, I lost half the blog due to a login issue. Right now I’m just too tired to recreate it. Part 1 has been saved as a draft. I’ll post it if and when it seems decent enough to do so. For now, I’ll send some postcards and leave you with a few thoughts.

No chickens were harmed in the writing of this blog. Or otherwise. Yet.

If you are offended by boys toting toy weapons, do not scroll down to the pictures.

Mama’s Boy still refuses to trust me on matters that require any adjustment. Nothing much has changed there.

I am really enjoying the total lack of traffic. And cars. And car related sounds.

The deer and antelope play here.

Sorry. It’ll be stuck in your head indefinitely. It has been in mine.

3 thoughts on “Postcards from the edge

  1. Hey wait a minute! It seems like just the other day that I was there – climbing those cliffs, scrunching my eyebrows at those increasingly ippity-pippity roosters and fussing at dirty, wild, crazy things who kept forgetting to take their shoes off when they came into the house. I am glad that the kittens are still enjoying gobs of love. I was afraid that at least one of them may have had irreparable gut damage due to ferocious adoration of under age devotees.
    But the bacon-to-be – have you had a chance to smooch one on the noggin? No? While trying to pay little attention to the “eu-de-swine”, I stood with bug-out eyes in disbelief at what a pre-pork chop can deposit in a mud wallow. And stomp around and blow nose bubbles in it. Really gave me new perspective on why the Jews viewed pigs in such disgust.
    I hope you try to beat the record of how many chickens can sit on one person at a time. My honey love had 5.
    Wish I was there.
    Kiss the cute ones for me – and I do mean of the people type!

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