we celebrated by doing some of my favourite things...
visit the cows...
scope out old, abandoned houses...
by being nosy and asking a nearby neighbor, I found out that this is an old school house, built in 1845. the owner lives in California, and refuses to sell it, rent it, or maintain it, despite repeated offers. oh well!
this is where Bob will end up when he is an old man. him and his books and a bushel of potatoes... he'll be just fine.
we hit several antique shops. all I found is a new pair of glasses... but gee, aren't they swell?!
and the best present... I was lucky enough to receive this lovely poem, written just for me!
Those coloring books
That you did in a day
Those puff ball people
That looks like a cloud
Those jelly bean factories
That you did during school
Then you got better and better
until you became really good
What happened to the
good old days?