Where is Jim's Harvest?

Over the last few weeks, while driving down the road, boy kiddo has repeatedly asked me about the signs he sees for "Jim's Harvest". I explained that during the fall, people harvest their vegetables and sell them. And I even complimented the little guy on how well he was reading. (He's a first grader so Harvest is a very big first-grader word.)

Boy kiddo asked me about it again on Friday. Only this time, I saw the sign myself. It was a political sign. For a man name Jim who is running for Judge. His last name was similar to harvest but with no v, and no t. And a couple of extra letters too. Oh boy...

My poor boy was seeing these signs all over the county and his mother kept telling him that people sell their vegetables. "Jim's Harvest" does great advertising, obviously. Also obvious, I need to be a more observant mother.

Our socialite daughter continues to excel in making plans and wearing herself thin, at eight-years old. This week, after three nights of dance practice and three hours of Sat morning play practice, and a trip to the indoor water park, she showed up at the back door with the neighbor-dad. "Can she come to the bonfire and stay the night?" Neighbor-dad has two girls and they adore our social bug. We gave permission, knowing she would be wiped out the next day.

Today is the next day. She is now resting in my bed watching a marathon of Avatar, The Last Airbender cartoons. I know when a new show starts because I can hear "Water, Earth, Fire, Air" chanted from my room. MY room.

I spent some quiet time in the Hartford, CT airport this week. We were all ready to leave but we had no equipment. My flight was delayed due to an "equipment problem" in DC, and two grounds stops. First was for Obama's plane, second for lightning. When the aircraft arrived, we were all pretty shocked. We watched the First Officer walk down the stairs and do his pre-flight inspections. IT WAS MY NEIGHBOR! Seriously, how often does that happen. Needless to say, it was worth the wait and I received some special treatment on that flight. Why can't that happen on a trans-Atlantic flight!

Later this week, my sister and dad are driving cross country to come visit. Only staying for a few days but it will be awesome to see them. My sister moved back to our hometown in May so we are all really excited to see her.

She and my father are coming to gather the rest of her belongings. In a cattle trailer. You can probably guess what state they are traveling from. A state where people haul their belongings in a cattle trailer. I just think this is funny. My dad never, ever intends on using something simple like a rented U-Haul trailer. He leads such a simple life that gets very complicated. But don't we all.

So the next post will definitely contain some great stories about their visit. It is never dull when family comes to visit. Pulling a cattle trailer. Ta ta for now!