Well who wouldnt? I mean come on. you don’t know what they’d do if they caught you.
Evening, y’all. We had a delightful outing this afternoon to Pageland, over to our east about an hour, in South Carolina. An elderly lady from my Weight Watchers meeting invited us to visit her farm. I figured it would be rude to refuse such a kind invite, and anything outdoors has a fair chance of being fun, so eventually we found a convenient date with a decent weather forecast. (50-ish, rather cloudy.)
Everyone had to come, because Tom and Elen have to be in Monroe at 5:00 for their lifeguard class. They were prepared to be bored, but as soon as we got there, Elen said, “This is where I want to live!” and when we walked into the mill-house (they have a 1940s water-powered grist mill), Tom said, “I’ll stay here and work. All you have to do is feed me!” It had a big fireplace and a lot of antique gear.
They showed us how the mill worked, ground some corn (and insisted we take home grits and cornmeal, no matter how high in Points it is). We shot off the potato cannon. Elen splashed in the stream. Kathleen found a box of toys they keep for visiting children.
Their neighbor came by with a very handsome adolescent hound dog (black, with wonderful long legs and the most intelligent face) and gave us two bags of apples because he had four. He’s a former automotive journalist and wildlife photographer, fallen on hard times. (Bad divorce? Jail term? I didn’t ask, and he didn’t volunteer.) Now he works at the YMCA somewhere over there.
They invited us to come back when the weather is warmer. I didn’t get the address (Miz Jane met us in town and we followed her to the back of beyond) so I’ll have to deliver thank-you notes to Weight Watchers on Tuesday.