Yesterday, we drove about 90 minutes to my parents undeveloped plot of land in Pennsylvania where they are harvesting some trees from the property and my parents (who are on the west coast for the season) wanted us to talk to the contractors for a bit. The main contact for this project is Amish and has no cell phone, so it’s a bit tricky to get in touch with him, but possible in a 1990s kind of way with voicemail – he has a landline. Why a landline, but not a cell phone? Dunno. The world continues to confuse me. Why a landline, large machinery and an entire wood milling operation and no cell phone? Again – have absolutely no idea. To me, it’s like, I’ll eat the round pasta, the curly pasty, but absolutely not the long, string-y pasta (this, by the way (in a tender and completely not obstinate way) is Jeremy. and perhaps Vince is the exact opposite (I want to repeat, both are flexible, but have strong-ish preferences)). But again, I’ll totally and happily make you the round pasta. Round pasta!
We were not sure if we were going to bring Elka – is it worth a three hour trip for 15 minutes exploring the muddy woods? In Elka’s mind – yes. Totally worth the trip. She was delighted and muddy and got prickles in her paw that needed attending to.
Poor Elka.