Now that we've got that out of the way, we'll get on with the show.
First out of the hat, we've got guests staying in the guest house (paying, always nice) so the horses (aka 2000# teenagers with an overabundance of curiosity) need to be put up into the corral. Usually the sight of me driving up to the barn stimulates a learned response in them that says "dinner time!". They come running!
Not so this time!
|Not so fast, buster! Where do you think you're going?|
And when I roll down the window to shush them out of the way.
|Sheesh, buddy, I want to be in the air conditioned truck.|
Finally get them put up so they're out of the way, and it's a pretty good thing. The guests include two girls ages 6 & 8. They're curious also. Curious and Curious don't necessarily mix well.
Weekend over and guests headed back home. We reset the guest house for our next round.
The big day has arrived and DIL has returned from the Sandbox for a little vacay. Aside from a brief sprint from Gate B to Gate Z at Frankfurt Airport, catching the cabin door as it was swinging shut, the trip was uneventful, if a bit long.
|On the right on the stairs, the one with her eyes closed...That's My DIL!|
Her original plan was to rent a car and drive over to our place. Having made several similar trips in our lifetimes, Mrs J and I vetoed that and met her at the airport. I was lead vehicle in the formation providing deer guard duty, Mrs J drove the rental home, and DIL was asleep in the passenger seat before we left the airport.
Why did she come back? Well, it's her first overseas extended trip and she's been gone for six months, but...
I know this ages me significantly, but apparently Pink is more than a color. Supposedly, there's a musician with that name. Who knew?
But, Alecia Beth Moore, better known as "Pink", was performing in San Antonio, and DIL organized a plethora of relatives, friends and other acquaintances, to go with her to see said concert.
Which they did.
The following evening, I asked DIL to tell me some of the songs this musician is known for to see if I had heard of any of them.
After the tenth or twelfth "nope, never heard of it", she gave up.
I've included the picture of me which DIL referred me to.
Intent to edumacate myself on this "Pink" phenomenon, I DuckDuckGo'd* her and came up with this video of her husband teaching her daughter to shoot a rifle.
OK, then, She might just be alright.
Played the next video
YMMV but not bad, not bad at all.
So, DIL's visit, or as I like to refer to it, "The 15,524 Mile Concert trip", was quite enjoyable. She's off to visit her family and then some friends in Houston before returning on April 1. (How very foolish.)
Mrs J and I were all atwitter early in the week when we got a text from MBD and SIL saying to expect a call because they had some great news.
"Could it be?" we asked.
Well....sort of....There is an addition to their family coming.
Talulah is apparently a goldendoodle or something like that (Golden Retriever Poodle mix).
Finally, as I'm writing this, I've just received word that my Niece and her kids are coming by and are about 30 minutes out. So.... I'll be back
I'm Bahck ! (No cars/buildings were harmed in the writing of this post, well except for the Queen's English.)
Mrs J and I scrambled on a Incoming Niece intercept. Raced to and through the local supermarket.
Sliced Ham - Check!
Grapes - Check!
Apple Juice - Check!
Beer - Check! Reconfirm... Beer - Check!
Intercept occurred at 1215 Local at the Marktplatz playground.
|Future Fighter Pilot in training. And Mom gets to play also.|
By about 1415 Local, mission was accomplished. Grand Niece and Nephew were safely in the arms of Morpheus in their car seats and Niece was on the way home.
"So, Mrs J, what's next on the social schedule?" he asks with trepidation.
"MBD and SIL along with Talulah arrive next Saturday for a get acquainted date with Talulah's cousins."
I may have to return to work. I'm not sure I can hack the pace in this retirement thing.
* I no longer use "Googled", Sergei is officially Evil now. The problem I've had with font size the past few weeks can be duplicated. It occurs in Firefox, but not in Chrome. If you change the default font in Firefox, Blogger inserts a Font Size = Small command into the code. It doesn't do that if you change the font in Chrome.