Carl and Bobccc
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| The Driveway to Scarlet's Run |
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| Jen |
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| The Scarlet's Run Homestead |
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| John, The Barista |
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| Preparing for the Bonfire |
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| Rob Cooking |
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| Lillie and Mollie |
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| Tannon |
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| Halie Dancing with her Grandpa |
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| Mikey, Down at the Creek |
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| Mom and Ray |
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| Rachel, Jack, John, Mikey, Page, and Joey |
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| NorCal granddaughter and Martie |
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| John, Jack and Rachel |
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What My Mama Started
The Children and Grandies |
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| Bonfire |
Other things to do during the Four Day Party.
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| Princessify the puppy. |
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| Find the frog-s in the dining room jungle |
It was a normal Thanksgiving,
if there is such a thing.
Nobody had to get stitches. No one called the cops, but I feel sure that is because we
are out here in the wilderness. There was a very loud encounter with a frog that
has been living in the jungle in my dining room. I didn’t mind him, but then I wasn’t sleeping on a blow-up
mattress on the floor.
We didn’t set the house on
fire. We came close when someone
put a towel on the stove and someone else turned the burner on underneath it,
but thanks to my cat-like reflexes, there was no need to call the Whitmore
Volunteer Department.
No one actually counted but
we estimated almost fifty relatives came out to share the beauty of Scarlet’s
Run. (Rob and Jen’s spot “next
door” to us.) We had live music,
delicious food, good wine, happy people, singing and dancing, and two of the
cutest little tots to cuddle.
Every now and then someone
would call out over the happy noise, and tell of something for which he or she
was exceedingly grateful.
I believe well over two
hundred photographs were taken.
You can view some of them on my blog if you wish. (Blog address below.)
As night began to tiptoe in,
we moved the party to a roaring bonfire.
We sat around it on bales of hay and chairs for the elders. The guitars were tuned up and we all
enjoyed some superb singing. There
are people in this great extended family who rival anyone on The Voice, and
that’s a fact.
When it got late, we split up
between the two houses, and two camper trailers, and made beds on sofas and
blew up mattresses for the floor space. The lights went off and people began to
settle in for some sleep.
That was when the frog jumped
on my brother’s hand.
Now, I had told them about my
frog named Prince, who was a very loud croaker and could also throw his
voice. Yes. It was a ventriloquist
frog. I liked it that he was in my dining room jungle, but worried that he
might get lonely or hungry. My
clown ninja tried to catch him once but he jumped causing Ninja Boy to jump and
Prince got away. Now that he had
hopped on my brother, the lights came back on and the hunt was on.
Oh the screaming and
squealing! How could a little frog
the size of a half-dollar coin, cause such an uproar!
When the frog was safely
outside, and three generations of family were pumped full of adrenalin, there
came a very loud “Ribbit!” from the plants.
What?
Another one? So that’s how it
threw its voice. Now they began to
look for the second frog, quietly scanning each leaf visually. Brother-Boy grabbed my sister and
granddaughter from behind and yelled, “Ribbit!” Oh the blood curdling screams! If we had close neighbors, the sheriff would have been here
forty-five minutes later to take a report.
More than likely we would have
still been squealing. We weren’t
able to free frog number two until the next day.
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| Balloon Award |
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| Work a puzzle with several family members |
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| Go shopping on *Shop Local Saturday* |
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Perform Scientific Experiments Involving
Ivory Soap and a Microwave |
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| Have Coffee on the Deck |
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| The Final Mess |
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 And Now It Is Time To Put The Orange Stuff Away
And Get Out The Red and Green Stuff |
And Now It Is Time To Put The Orange Stuff Away
