I wrote Groovin at Hippie Fest a week before I got sick. All I needed to do to post was edit. I decided to post it. I need sunshine in my life right now.
The party wasn’t a surprise. My granddaughter knew her mom was bringing her over for a birthday party at my kitchen table.
We experienced a glimpse of normalcy because Sandy came home to take her place in front of the checkout at our local grocery store.
A sad thing is about to happen. This year will be the last year for KohKohMah and Foster Living History Encampment at its current location.
Rooster thought the lack of directions on the inside of the box made constructing the dollhouse project a difficult endeavor.
I got on my phone and found The Museum of Miniature Houses. This small attraction on a corner in the Arts District of Carmel became our new adventure destination.
Fall is right around the corner. We’ve entered into the hot, humid last days of summer. Here in Indiana, we’re experiencing cricket mating season.
She wants most in life is to ride one of these massive beasts. For this reason, we decided our Saturday excursion would be a country adventure.
The Frankfort Hotdog Festival waited. So, we loaded our grandkids into Rooster’s Chevy Spark and made our return to the Frankfort Hotdog Festival.
Throwing caution to the wind, Rooster and I decided to take an afternoon motorcycle ride to Elkhart. It turned into a wonderful day.