Ladies' Weekend
My husband took off for Tyringham, MA a few days ago. He went to visit our friend George Gilder, who had a manuscript he wanted Richard to read.
They've been doing this for thirty years. George finished a book, and Richard disappears into the Gilder's basement to read it before George sends it off to his publisher. I have diaries going back decades with passages like "Richard was going to help me with [whatever] but he's working with George instead." Story of my life.
But I am not complaining. Oh no. With Dad out of town my daughter and I go wild. We go out to lunch. We order pizza. We break out the ice cream. We watch network TV. Yeah, it's go crazy time.
In addition to being a "dad is out of town" weekend it was also the MEA break- a four-day weekend, woo hoo! My daughter hosted a sleepover in the porch. The next morning I found little notes all over the place with intriguing items like "DID SHE BUY IT???? " and "TELL HER I WILL KILL HER!!!" It was a learning experience for me. I learned how to identify her different friends' handwriting. This could be a valuable skill in the future.
We went to our favorite apple orchard and bought this year's supply of Haralsons. My hands are raw from peeling and slicing but we got a year's worth of apple crisp in the freezer, baby!
Sadly our favorite orchard is closing down for good after this season. Fall Harvest Orchards was a great place. Not Disney-fied, not overpriced, but truly kid-friendly-- they let the kids bottle-feed the baby goats, stick their hands under the chickens to retrieve eggs, and learn which angry chickens were best to avoid. (Seriously, they had one that was a real monster.) There was a hayride that made a stop to let the kids pick free Indian corn for popcorn.
I will miss Fall Harvest Orchard. I don't know where I'll get my Haralsons next year. And I dread the thought of paying supermarket prices for butternut squash. By this time next year I expect the acres that were FHO will be developed into "Executive Estates." I dont' think I'll drive out there to see that.
They've been doing this for thirty years. George finished a book, and Richard disappears into the Gilder's basement to read it before George sends it off to his publisher. I have diaries going back decades with passages like "Richard was going to help me with [whatever] but he's working with George instead." Story of my life.
But I am not complaining. Oh no. With Dad out of town my daughter and I go wild. We go out to lunch. We order pizza. We break out the ice cream. We watch network TV. Yeah, it's go crazy time.
In addition to being a "dad is out of town" weekend it was also the MEA break- a four-day weekend, woo hoo! My daughter hosted a sleepover in the porch. The next morning I found little notes all over the place with intriguing items like "DID SHE BUY IT???? " and "TELL HER I WILL KILL HER!!!" It was a learning experience for me. I learned how to identify her different friends' handwriting. This could be a valuable skill in the future.
We went to our favorite apple orchard and bought this year's supply of Haralsons. My hands are raw from peeling and slicing but we got a year's worth of apple crisp in the freezer, baby!
Sadly our favorite orchard is closing down for good after this season. Fall Harvest Orchards was a great place. Not Disney-fied, not overpriced, but truly kid-friendly-- they let the kids bottle-feed the baby goats, stick their hands under the chickens to retrieve eggs, and learn which angry chickens were best to avoid. (Seriously, they had one that was a real monster.) There was a hayride that made a stop to let the kids pick free Indian corn for popcorn.
I will miss Fall Harvest Orchard. I don't know where I'll get my Haralsons next year. And I dread the thought of paying supermarket prices for butternut squash. By this time next year I expect the acres that were FHO will be developed into "Executive Estates." I dont' think I'll drive out there to see that.
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