The sunrise was just plain gorgeous yesterday morning. Hubby was called into work, although we planned a family day with the girls.
Grab your coffee - this post is a "rambler." There's not much on homesteading packed into this post either (strangely). Sort of a "play" day for us that ended on a not-so-good note.
With my treadmill out of commission, and Hubby off to work (yeah, I could have done squats, push-ups etc), I went to the porch and watched the sunrise in peace. Although a teensy chilly, it may be the last good weather weekend we have.
And made breakfast to kill some time.
A totally self-sufficient breakfast - garden potatoes, onion, jalapeno, one dinky bell pepper, a bit of kale and eggs.
Then Hubby announced he'd make it home in time for the "family" day out. The problem was, the girls were still in bed and had no desire to get up, ha ha! Our birthday girl daughter, who showed up for a surprise night over, had to leave for various reasons (birthday dinner will be delayed - she turned 21 today).
We visited a pumpkin farm - hay rides, field mazes, tons of pumpkins and squash for sale, good food (homemade donuts), cider etc. You could feed goats and chickens for $.25. This farm gave me a lot of ideas for easy profit making (but looks like a lot of work too). The only problem? It was packed with people. Too many. The bees were horrible too, and one landed right in one of the cups of cider. Otherwise, on a good day, this place would be fun. It was super busy because it was another "work" sponsored event. We were given free donuts and cider, and a $10.00 gift certificate to buy a pumpkin.
Back home, the girls had more plans, and we were invited to ride. So we did. With 4 other bikers. We were to be back home by 5pm, so we could bake and take our fixin's to a Halloween/double birthday party with family and friends.
But then on the way home, at the last 30 minute stretch of our 1 hour ride, this happened. . .
Just before the sun completely went down, one of our biker friends rode on home, and came back with a truck and trailer. Another biker we rode with, took the car keys I accidentally had in my purse (and Daughter needed them to get to work), and dropped them off to her on his way home.
First, let me say that we broke down at a stop sign in a small town. It could not have been a better place. We had so many people stop and offer tools, a jump start (which failed), and one store owner offered the back room for us to hang out. Very nice people. Second, it's a huge bonus to belong to a group of bikers. All who watch out for each other. Not one of us "freaked out" during this all. Every one of us remained calm, relaxed, and once in a while cracked a joke.
Hubby couldn't let his bike out of his sight, so we walked to the nearest store, got a bottle of water, and went back to sit on a street bench by the bike. It was sort of relaxing to hang out there on Sweetest Day (of all days to break down).
We'll try and see if it's just the battery (no part stores in that town), and pray it's just that. Hubby woke up awfully stressed about it. Maybe a good hard working morning in the garden will take his mind off of it? Nope. He's heading to the parts store as soon as the open.
Me? Heading straight to the garden. I have to work double time for taking yesterday (too gorgeous of an October day not to ride) off.