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Until next time, that’s it from Sunnybook Farm.
Copyright © 2021 Susan Manzke, all rights reserved
The noise was driving me crazy. It wasn’t loud, just annoying.
Listen as I read a column 1986 when a critter invade our house.
It’s nature’s way of getting ready for winter to send critters inside a farmhouse.
Don’t be embarrassed if this happens to you. I wasn’t, otherwise I wouldn’t have written about it.
Until next time, that’s it from Sunnybook Farm.
Copyright © 2021 Susan Manzke, all rights reserved
I can count the times I went tent camping on one hand. This column is about one of those times.
A 1986 Women-only trip took me to Michigan and a campout in the wild on an island.
I remember walking along the shoreline and almost falling into the water when a gust of wind took me off my feet. That same gusty wind rushed through our tent that night. It was quite an adventure.
I don’t think I’ll change my mind about tenting. I’m too old for roughing it.
I’ll gladly leave those adventures to younger people.
I prefer a good bed, electricity, and a fully functioning bathroom.
FYI: when it came time to go to the Grand Hotel for our reserved rooms, they didn’t want to let this motly group of women campers in. We clashed with their decor. Eventually, after having us sit on the front steps, they finally let us in as long as we hurried through their entrance hall. — Eventually, we cleaned up and changed to appropriate garb and blended in with their other guests. The crazy thing was that I prefered the rough camping to the hotel setting.
Until next time, that’s it from Sunnybook Farm.
Copyright © 2021 Susan Manzke, all rights reserved
Last weekend, Facebook birthday greetings abounded. Too many to count. Beyond digital wishes, the USPS brought me real cards. (I don’t know how column readers remember the date.) A few old chums took me to lunch. I’m grateful to all who noted my special day.
The crazy thing is this mail delivery had nothing to do with my birthday. It came out of the blue and touched my heart.
Miranda Paul and I have been friends for many years but haven’t been able to get together for some time. Her note thanked me! “Thank you for your column and being such a consistent example of reflection and inspiration….” My word! I never thought of myself like that. I just plunk away at bits and pieces of life. Now I have something to live up to.
I just had to share this today.
Until next time, that’s it from Sunnybook Farm.
Copyright © 2021 Susan Manzke, all rights reserved