I came home from work yesterday to find Mandy in her pen at the barn and Cliff gone in the car. There's a tractor show this weekend at Booneville, and I figured maybe he'd gone there. He checked in soon enough, though, and told me he was helping out again at the winery. A couple of hours later, his sister Charlene and her husband, Pat, showed up here in biker clothing, do-rags and all. They've ordered a Harley that they'll take possesion of in late October, and they'd been at the Harley plant testing the products. There's some sort of two-day open house there where any licensed motorcyclist can take a turn on any of their cycles, and these two had spent the day riding everything available. Since Cliff was at the winery, and Charlene and Pat hadn't had "the tour" there, we went over and watched the last load of grapes for 2004 getting crushed. We were all a bit hungry when we came back here, so I broke into my stash of Nathan's hot dogs that my friend, Joanna, send UPS for my birthday. I've been really hoarding them in my freezer to make them last, but I knew it was a good time to share. (And I still have six left, I think.)
There's no early Church service today, and since this is my only day off this weekend, we'll play hookey. There'll be a run to Wal Mart when Cliff's awake, and I'm still making phone calls searching for a farrier to shoe Blue. I may ride him later, loose shoes and all.
Happy birthday (yesterday) to my daughter-in-law in Georgia! We'll be seeing you before long, Deb.