We had a short but heavy downpour this morning. By our 3:00 walk the puddles had dried but Storm was still not impressed with wet grass on her tootsies. She wanted to sit and watch the bugs...or maybe smell the flowers.
We went to the Philipsburg Wine Walk and Brewhaha. yawn, but Dead Canary Brewery was there (the reason we went). The brewer is a home brew club member. We sampled a peach IPA and his chocolate coffee stout. Both excellent, so I became a Founder, #5. Ah, the joys of online marketplaces and credit cards.
On the way home we saw a rainbow ahead of us and dark clouds to the north.
True to form Remington moped when he realized we were going out without him. His clue is Paul showering about 4:00. By the time we arrived home he was over his mope and bounded around the house to greet us. Storm, on the other hand, wouldn't leave the wood stove. She sat in front; she jumped on top, something we've never seen her do. A clue. I looked inside and sure enough, a blue bird was scrambling around. Paul scooped her out with a t-shirt. She hadn't been in there long since she was still very blue. It took Storm another 30 minutes to understand that her stove-TV was finished.
Neighbors a few doors down from R&D have scooped out a sub substantial part of their hillside. There used to be a trailer there. I wonder if they are building a house.
