Most of today was met by rain. I took Medium and Small to the movies. It's an older theater, smaller screen, speakers not distorted to the point the sound makes your eyeballs vibrate, and more than half the price, less, than back in Kansas. And newer movies to boot. Besides us, there was two other families in the theater. On a Saturday! I figured most people head to the larger towns with the updated theaters, which was fine by me. Why complain that the movie got a tad blurry at times when you could actually hear it, and no mad dash to get to your car before the other thousand people with the same thought. Truthfully I don't do that, I watch the credits and wait. Takes the same amount of time, and no stress. Boys asked if we could go back next week to see Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 2. And at $10 for three of us instead of almost $45, I said why not. Maybe I will see an increase in chores being done in a timely manner.
Right now we are pretty sure our board games are buried in the portable garage. We have looked high and low. We have been stopping at all those different dollar stores in the area picking up cards games, coloring books, word searches and games we don't have. Our evenings are spent playing Jenga and listening to a 24 hour all comedy radio station. Right now however, they are putting a puzzle together. It sounds like good quality family time until the bickering, and the portended wrestling match begins. Mommy doesn't like those.
Medium and Small have taken up hiking. They bring their pups and a machete, in case of bears of course. Although Small suddenly has taken an interest in badgers. Makes me wonder what exactly they have found out there.
I am homesick for Kansas. There is one reason that I will dedicate an entire post to. But for now, the lack of anything familiar has been bothering me a bit. Most the people I meet seem to want to make me get back into Dodge (city, Kansas). Kentucky has no redeeming qualities to these people. They hate it here, don't understand why I would come here, yet they themselves won't leave. My politeness seems to almost disgusts a lot of them. I'll get use to it. But I have informed my boys to remember where they are from, and no matter how rude people may get, all ways be polite and say it with a smile. I think they are doing it more lately because they see the uncomfortableness that my courtesy puts others in. And a way to annoy someone is a big bonus for my boys.
I have to bite my lip though. Something that doesn't come very easy to me. I am use to saying what I want, to whom I deem requires to hear it. Husband keeps me in check often, my own Jimminy Cricket. Since we are starting a business with no roots in this community, I have to keep my tongue in check. Once I am crowned Queen however. . .
We signed a lease on a shop. Husband has named it Sasquatch Cycle Service. The locals I have chatted up about it seem to approve of the name. We take procession of the building on Oct. 1st. I will try not to tie you with motorcycle chatter.
I confess, I ramble on rainy days. I also catch up on some reading. I have a few books to review shortly. I am behind on that.
Here's the fog sinking into the holler in the morning.