The Post Where I Tell You More About The Shady Paint Can Money.

Alright.  These past few days have been exhausting.

Let’s recap.

Kate graduated and then we had several family members in town and had a graduation party at my parents house.  My ma and pa were gracious enough to let us host a party at their house.  Their house is more centrally located and doesn’t smell like manure, so it is the ideal choice.

Party planning is NOT my forte, so this was a challenge for me.  But I was proud of me, and thankful for help from my parents, Hadley, and Auggie, and we basically nailed it.

Kate wouldn’t take any pictures without Auggie.

Auggie:  You should take one without me, in case we break up.

Me:  That’s ok.  We like you enough to remember you in pictures, even if you break up.

It is true.  I think he is a good kid.

Sister Meagan and Jess set up a projector so we could watch the Covid style graduation.

Weird, wild times, my friends.

Weird, wild times.

We had an open house style graduation and many people came to wish Kate well, and it was all very nice and kind and lovely.

We then had a get together at David’s sister’s house, since all of his family were in town.

Jason even came!

Remember Jason?

His youngest daughter is two, and she was playing with Lego Duplos on the living room floor.  Kate and Hadley’s boyfriends came and took over.  She looked at them, got up, went to her cousin’s room, found regular Legos, and played seperately from them.  And the teen boys didn’t even notice, but they were engaged for quite awhile with their Lego Duplo set.

After that celebration, I had to go home and get ready to go out of town on a work trip.

Yes!  I, Taylor Maliblahblah, went on a professional work like trip.

I rushed home and watered flowers and fed Hazel and packed and hopped on a plane with other teacher like people to go and view a school that shall inspire us for the new school we are creating for next year.

I told my students on Friday I was going to be gone on Monday so I could go and learn to be a better teacher.

My Most Naughtiest Student Who May Have Changed His Zoom Handle To Sir Poops A Lot:  You don’t need to go learn to be a better teacher!  You are already the best!

*sigh*

And . . . I love them.

When I got home, I think only David and Hazel noticed I was gone.

David was very nice and tried to keep up around the house.

David:  Taylor.  I swear I did like two loads of laundry each day, but there was ALWAYS MORE.

Me:  Welcome to my life.

Hazel is so precious and I am feeling sad about weaning her.  But it must be done.

I was feeding her and this little calf, Tillie, came up to see what was the haps.

After the bottle, Tillie followed us for a little bit and Hazel tried to bully me into getting her more food.

Tonight, David came home and all the stars were aligned and no kids were home.

My Mom:  Oh!  Please tell me you are going out to dinner!

Me:  I am helping him load calves into a trailer and I have dinner in the crockpot.

For the record, I would rather sell cows in this state than in the “ready for your table” state.

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Inquiring minds have asked about two things, and I shall answer them now.

Someone asked:  What is a “Keeping Room?”

Reader.  I do not know.  This is my mother’s house.

This is what I do know:

1.  Mother likes the sign.
2. Father does not.
3. Father is worried it is code for a brothel or something that is distasteful in nature.
4. Mother assures him it is not.
5. Father is still concerned.
6. The sign still hangs.

Also, I had a few people inquire as to whether or not I was able to get the shady paint can money.

Of course I did!  I am a wife worth more than fine rubies!

Here’s how it went down.

I called David and told him, yet again, I needed an address and not just a picture of a paint can.  David could not tell me the address, but he knew the intersection.  I drove to the interesection and found what I believed to me the tumble down shed that housed the paint can that hid the money.

I went.  I trespassed.  I found the hidden key.  I unlocked the special door and I found the previously photographed paint can.  And I got the money intended for my husband.

I was getting in the car when the guy who owns the place, and who is paying David popped his head out the window.

Guy:  Hi, Taylor!  Did you get the money ok?

Me:  Yup!

And do I understand why I had to go through all of that rigamaroo when he was there the whole time?

No.  No, I do not.

May I tell you what is my favorite thing to do right now in this stage of life?

Visit with David on the back deck with a glass of wine, watching our cows, and talking about all the things.

I give it two thumbs up.

Happy Tuesday.