Going out to the barn for something and finding the husband has bought another…. yeah, whatever the hell that is.
It’s a good thing he has a fold up cot in there. He might be needing it.
I don’t like….
Going out to the barn for something, and not being able to find it because the husband has too much rusty old useless crap treasure stacked in there. And I really don’t like having some of that crap fall on my still sore, recently broken, now permanently out of whack toe.
Yeah.
Another month of not wearing a shoe. Good times…
I don’t like…
Getting out of my car after driving to the store and finding I’d committed Monarchacide.
Poor little beauty.
I didn’t see you…. honestly.
And finally,
I don’t like….
Unicorn onesies for adults.
Come on….
I say, that’s who.
I will not have a good time cleaning and organizing my house in a unicorn onesie.
It’s a terrible thing, but we had it…. because this was a very special barn.
It was massive, beautiful and pretty much dominated the Hancock Shaker Village landscape.
The original structure was a calf barn built in 1880, but it burnt to the ground in 1910 and this was the glorious replacement.
Structurally, it’s a wonder.
And if I had been a cow back then, (opposed to the cow I am now) I’d have considered myself fortunate to live there.
Hell, throw in a few scatter rugs and a frozen margarita blender…. I’d live there now.
Those Shaker builders knew their stuff.
5 stories of wonderful is what it was.
The husband may have been walking around with his mouth open, I’m not sure.
But when we heard that the sanitary commission of the 1930’s forbade the farmers to actively use and house cows there due to the wooden floors, we almost wept.
What a waste.
So an ell was added on… with concrete floors, and I made some new friends.
Including a chicken who clearly ignores signs.
And to continue my tradition of riveting video clips…
I give you Pig Washing Beets.
Never let it be said we don’t know how to have a good time on vacation.
River's world..... 