Our sheep are so good. We went away for eight days, and they waited until our return to start popping out more lambs. We’ve now got five new bundles of wool and stick-like legs racing about the paddock, getting lost and crying for mom.
I will post pictures eventually, I swear. We visited friends and family, wandering from Connecticut to New York to D.C., getting rained on, throwing up and having a grand time. The family consensus is that we will never again visit Manhattan, but want to get back to D.C. as soon as possible, assuming we drive there rather than fly. Neither Jennie nor the boy-child will willingly board an airplane again.
Until I get pictures up, here’s the summary of our trip:
Day 1: Flew, Jennie went clammy, couldn’t talk and had to be led off the plane. The boy-child developed awe-inspiring flatulence and dealt with his fear by gassing the rows around him.
Day 2: Spent time with Erik and Deb and their kids, lots of mud, fun. Oh, and the Mark Twain house.
Day 3: Drove to upstate NY to spend time with my aunt, uncle and cousin there. The boy-child decided it was time to start vomiting. We had a wonderful lunch, some conversation and rested, then drove into Manhattan.
Day 4-5: Wandered about Manhattan, getting rained on. Constant haranguing by people trying to sell tours. The boy-child continued being ill for a while. Central Park in the rain is not a pleasure.
Day 6: Walked through more rain, then boarded a bus to D.C.. Not a bad way to travel, although it would have been better if we hadn’t all been soaked. D.C. is sunny, our hotel rooms are large, and we all are much happier. Jennie, Vally and I go walkabout and end up with Greek for dinner, then ice cream. Hopefully the kids found their way to the buffet at the hotel.
Day 7: Vally and I power-walk to the National Mall and check out the monuments from end to end. We make it into three of the Smithsonian buildings before meeting friends and family. Jennie and the kids move at a bit more sedate a pace. Definitely better than N.Y..
Day 8: We hop a train, then a plane, then another plane, and it is plain that it is a pain for the boy-child and Jennie. We’re home. The horses escape twice in our absence, and the house-sitter has left a trail of destruction behind her. And two pizzas. We prefer the pizza to the destruction. And one of the cats is splattered on the side of the road. We’re ready to go back to D.C..
Okay, enough summarization. I need to work.
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