Kokomo

These are FarmWife's vacation stories:

Three summers ago, she had no mule. She didn't dare to dream of a time when she might have a mule, and she didn't take any fun trips so far as I have been informed. Poor FarmWife.

Two summers ago, FarmWife went camping with her extended family in the lovely Payette National Forest of Idaho. She saw shepherds with their mules and flocks, she saw meandering trails stretching up and away across the landscape and to the highest reaches of the peaks, and she said, "this would be a good place to bring my neighbor's mule." She was already daydreaming, two summers ago, of life with me, Fenway Bartholomule, né Buck.

Last summer, FarmWife went camping with her extended family in the lovely Deschutes National Forest of Oregon. She and her kin were bitten many times and muchly by a million fat mosquitos, leading her to say, "it is good that my mule was spared." They say that it was wonderful fun, but I can't tell you how glad I am to have missed it. I have sensitive skin, if you hadn't heard.

This summer, the family reunion is taking place here in Wickersham due to budget shortfalls. (As I had mentioned previously, my weekly upkeep costs a mere $12.57, and both FarmWife and I refuse to acknowledge the mule's role in these fund deficits.) This is a wonderful development, because it means that I get to enjoy the fun and the festivities without the long drives and the mosquito bites. Kumbaya, S'mores by the fire . . . it will be stupendous.

Next summer, FarmWife is rallying for a Bishop, CA reunion. Five blown kisses to whomever can imagine when and why! I have the sinking feeling that, again due to cost of gas, I will not be going, but at least I could send FarmWife as my investigative reporter to bring back juicy blog fodder.

As for me, I have some vacation dreams. I'll tell you all about them tomorrow, but now let me just say this: Sand was made for rollin', and I hear the sand in Hawai'i is nice this time of year.

Love,
Fenway