by Kerry Blair
Since I happen to have a tape measure at hand, I have been able to ascertain that inch-for-inch, Jeff (bless him!) has easily covered this week both for me and that kid who used to blog on Tuesdays. (He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named walked the earth back in the days when I used to blog on Fridays, I think.) Thank you, Jeff!
That decided, I was polishing up my handy-dandy "moving-to-another-town" excuse and going blithely on my way when I happend to see Sariah's post. Oh. My. Gosh. Suddenly, my cross-county move is paling in comparison. Not only do I already have a house to inhabit, I've actually told my kids that anything they still have on the premises will need to be boxed and moved by them personally. (Yes, guys, this includes fish, fowl, and whatever leftover pit bulls you might have left laying around.)
So . . . in the fifteen minutes I have before leaving to meet the contractor who is going to knock holes in my perfectly good new walls, I am blogging.
Okay, so I'm not actually blogging. I'm more like . . . telling you that I'm not blogging because I'm in the midst of a move to beautiful, downtown Dewey-Humboldt, Arizona. (Don't look it up; it looks kinda depressing online, but it's amazing in real life.) Sariah sought your advice about trivial little things like schools and pediatricians, and many of you responded. I have a much more pressing concern. I have a corral.
A really big corral.
It looks like this, sans horses: (The horses in the picture moved to Wyoming, and good luck to them, I say.)
I don't have horses. I want to adopt a pair of wild burros from a local rescue, but I also want my husband not to divorce me, so I'm trying to think of other uses for this vast area of . . . um . . . baren dirt. Elsewhere on the property there is a house, a large lawn, a barn-type-thing, a well house, a garden, a chicken/goose yard & houses, a little road to the stable, a stable, and a good half-acre of weeds. There is also a another cleared horsey-kind-of-area where I will soon set up my own Field of Dreams. (I've always wanted a baseball diamond. It even has a built in grandstand-kind-of-thing -- again, somthing to do with horses, but serviceable in real-life.) So . . . here's the question: Now that you know what we already have, what do we still need? What creative uses can you imagine for the corral?
The use of your idea will entitle you to a free stay at Lazy Acres! (Named after a motel my grandparents operated in the area in the early 1950s.) All meals included -- assuming, of course, you consider Cheerios and frozen lasagne a meal. I'm not exactly a B&B kinda gal. Just ask Melanie. Or Deb. Or Doug. Or Jeri. Or Susan. Or anybody else who's ever been to see me in Chino Valley.
That said, the door is always open for YOU! Or it will be when the contractor knocks that aforementioned hole in the wall. Which he won't if I don't get out there. Happy weekend, all! (And good luck, Sariah. I feel your pain!)