Last weekend Dusty had to work a Saturday, so the girls and I decided to take one last opportunity to go berry picking. Although they were less than thrilled to miss their Sat. morning cartoons I was thrilled that the weird weather we are having this year actually worked in my favor and I was able to get out the Blueberry Bush. Freja doesn't really like to pick at all, and Naomi prefers to make her haul in her belly so it was all up to me to make it worth our trip. So, while my friend Andrea and I each picked 10lbs. of berries, the girls sat in the car and drank my Diet Coke and played video games on my phone (two things they are not allowed to do). Stinkers.
After we had picked our share we went to this great little country restaurant called Swamp Sisters. Very quaint. It is run by three 7osomething-year-old sisters and they are only open on Friday and Sat. mornings in the summer and early fall. There are some interesting things about eating at Swamp Sisters. For instance, there is limited seating so we shared a table for 8 with four seniors that were loitering after their meal, and when part of your meal is done they bring it out to you. So, chances are you won't get your whole meal all at the same time, and you almost certainly wont get it at the same time as your dining companions. It was worth the wait however. The food was wonderful! The girls said that they were the best pancakes they'd ever had and gobbled up the farm fresh eggs.
After lunch we hurried home because we knew that Grandma and Grandpa Corwin were going to be in town. They weren't at our house so we proceeded up to the Hermantown Safety Fair where we had arranged to meet them. I hadn't know what to expect, but it was a really impressive safety fair. They had every kind of emergency vehicle that you could think of, virtual firing ranges which the girls got to try, lots of demonstrations, mounted police demo's and much more. Lucky Naomi won a door prize for the second weekend in a row. That really irritated Freja, I could tell but she was surprisingly gracious about it. We stayed at the fair until about 4:30 then called it a day.
Sunday was a big day for me. I had been working with 2 other women on putting together a community arts festival all summer. Every Tuesday I would take the girls down to the church office and they would play in an empty office while we organized the event. Well it was finally the big day. We had asked Mom and Dad to come up and watch the girls because Dusty was one of our "Art Specialists" and was working with kids on clay beads and sculptures all day. I was overseeing the event as a whole. It was a perfect day. We did not hear a single complaint, we had great weather, great turnout (hundreds). It was our goal that God would use us and this day to bless our community and we just couldn't have asked for anything to go any better than it did. Although we barely saw the girls all day we heard they had a great time. I think Mom and Dad did too but at the end of the weekend they were all faired out and headed home for some much needed R & R, I'm sure.
No pictures this time, I was just too busy to take any!
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