It’s a good thing Abuela has a camera and a blog, or you would never find out what’s happening in these parts. Fun. That’s what’s happening.
Museums, ice cream, eating out with friends, last visits to the beach before winter, and plenty in between.
The good news is that I did find my camera. Good news indeed or you would have faced a future of nothing but my deep thoughts. The horror. The bad news is that I have been absolutely terrible at taking pictures and then transferring them to a computer. No time for cameras, we’ve got plans! Mom’s gonna make me a new skirt and a new cushion for the bench, and bags for toys and games, and clean the art room, and, what’s that? She’s not my slave? Oh, don’t worry, we give her breaks. We let her take us out for dinner.
Monkey in the middle, that’s what’s happening.
That monkey had to work hard to stay in the middle.
We visited a wind farm in middle Indiana, which was enlightening. Our favorite part? Writing on a turbine blade. As we left the building after the beginning talk, I glanced over at a blade parked to the right of the building and felt sad that so many people had defaced this giant blade. As I was thinking this our guide pulled out a handful of sharpies and told the kids to have at it. And have they did.
