This is the small town that is my mailing address. There has been an effort to spruce it up. but it hasn't caught up to my brain.
There is a jazz festival on the agenda. That could be fun. My farrier told me the rib cook-off in the summer has national cred. Who knew?
So a day filled with two outings. My old Jeep won't know what to think. Mark told me he didn't think it is legal for me to leave twice. Of course the only reason I can leave this afternoon is his generosity. Someone needs to bring in and feed all those horses. The flow of life on my horse farm is completely determined by the horses. And people choose this life. I did, Mark didn't. So I need to be grateful that he helps me when he does.
Let's hope I still know how to behave in public.