Fourteen years ago, we moved from a rather large, populated, crowded metropolitan city to a small town that I have nicknamed "progressive Mayberry". I love it...I love every thing about it. Instead of trying to explain why I love this place, let me give you a rundown of the day Elizabeth and I had several days ago. We are on a mission to "get her ready for college", and have many errands to run in our attempt to prepare for this daunting task. On this particular day, I was armed and ready with my "to do list" and this first place on the list was the post office. By now, I should know never to go anywhere without my beloved Nikon, but it seems I never learn and this day, I did not have it. So, I will have to describe my scenes well and use a few photos taken after the fact!
We stopped at our cute little post office to return some mail ordered clothes items that did not fit Elizabeth. I walked up to the counter and the postal clerk pulled this cup out and asked if this cup looked familiar? Now, it has been weeks since I have been in the Post Office, but the last time I was there, unbeknownst to me, I left my cup. Apparently, she saved it for me and has been waiting for me to return so she could give it to me! Really, who saves a dirty, used cup for weeks for someone they barely know..... the people in Our Town.
Next, we made a stop to the gas station to renew Elizabeth's expired brake tag. The man who owns the gas station has become a buddy of mine as we always talk "chickens" when work on my vehicle needs to be done. He owns all types of chickens and is a wealth of knowledge when it comes to laying hens. After we exchanged "hellos", it was time to get down to business and we let him know we were there to get her a new brake tag ~ as we pulled out her required items...insurance, license and registration....we discovered that her registration is expired! After he fussed at her and told her all the proper credentials she needs to have in her car, what does he do - renews the brake tag - no problem! (without driving the car or testing the brakes or having hardly any of the necessary paperwork!) His biggest concern was the fact that she had the title in her glove compartment and someone could steal and sell her car! Only in "Our Town"
Next stop is a gift store - here we pick out a gift for her friend she is going to visit in Colorado. The whole time we are shopping, the owner of the shop made sure to catch us up on everything going on in "Our Town"!
Then, we run by the house to take the title out of the car as our friend from the gas station really scared us straight about having the title in the car. As we are letting ourselves in the house, I hear my name being called from down the street. We look up and the post man is running toward the house and calling my name! As he got closer, he said (out of breath) , "You got a package this morning, and since it was raining, I didn't want it to get wet so I took it to your husband's office downtown. Your husband gave me this umbrella so I wouldn't get wet, do you want it back?" I was so amazed that someone would care enough to leave and take my package to another location to make sure it stayed dry that I was happy for him to keep the umbrella! Our town is just an awesome little mix of folks looking out for one another :: if these things happen in one morning, can you imagine living here?
:: Switching Gears ::
My mother brought this wallet to Sara as a gift from Nicaragua. Several months ago - I heard Sara say I am making Laura a wallet and using this one for a pattern, but in usual "Sara fashion" there was a flurry of material flying and before I knew it, the wallet was wrapped and gone! I never saw it.
The other day, I was with Laura and she pulled out the wallet that Sara made ~ it is definitely
blog worthy so here it is!
It even has a coin purse in it with a zipper ~ any one want to put an order in?
Here are a few more pics from camp - this one is a keeper - the camp photographer is getting better!
Here is one of the fun activities they have at camp called "Down and Dirty" - They whack each other with socks full of powdered sugar and top it off with pudding, sprinkles and whipped cream!
After it is over, they run and jump into the swimming hole to clean up!
Finally ~ I will have basil.....I am rooting it fast and furiously!