Today we headed North for a visit to Garland. We were fed, entertained by kites and bubbles, dogs, and bikes and left with a generous trunk full of fresh and bottled goods. Molly was very good all day. Jack was super ornery and yelled most of the day. (Maybe he is getting teeth. Maybe he needed a nap. Maybe he was just mad that he'd been pushed down several times earlier in the day by Chocolate.)
The highlight of the day was probably flying kits with fishing poles that dad and grandpa rigged up. I was the official walk through the freshly plowed field to get the fallen kite person ... Until the line on the kite just snapped. That time the kite didn't fall. It just kept going and going. James went to retrieve it, but just kept walking further and further away ... past the trees ... past the railroad tracks. We figured he might need a ride back, so grandpa and I threw Molly and jack in the back of the car and went on an adventure down some old farm road. We were trying to find our dad or the kite, but we came up empty handed.
Once we got back, James had already returned on foot. He thinks the kite disappeared, field of dreams style, in the corn field behind the railroad tracks. Oh well. It was still a nice day!
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PS- good post. As always.
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