Minty: Wait, what year where you born?
Minty: WOW! 19 hundreds
No, but it’s true. When I hear about someone who lived in the 18-hundreds … I’m like WOW!! Did they have running water? How did they communicate long distances? Pigeons? Two thousand is her game. I grew up without cell-phones. I somehow survived without seat belts and 300 dollar carseats. My Mom’s arm was the only line of defence between a hard stop and that windshield.
We are hitting that moment when vacation is still very real, but school and September is very close. The light is different. The smell is different. We are preparing for fall. Brent’s “shut the chicken’s in” alarm is now ringing in the dark.
So many ideas for summer. We ticked off a bunch, but sometimes it’s nice to grab downtime. We are in France, time off is but weeks away after school starts. Next up, a trip to the mall. An hour drive to show the girls what a mall is and grab some supplies for school. Then a meal at La Pataterie … a restaurant dedicated and motivated to serve potato dish variations direct to you. Should be fun. I like that a trip to the mall is a thing. 19 – hundreds … 18 – hundreds … call me old fashioned, but I enjoy the heartbeat of the farm.