A woman was bringing her son out to visit the animals the other day and I said to her just txt when you are close by and I will meet you in the barn.
“I don’t txt.” she said.
I was suddenly at a loss for words which does not happen often.
“Ever?” I managed.
“Never,” she said. “I am a non-texter”.
I gave her clear directions.
I am going to try again to get off the property today for a few hours of lunch and lazy Christmas shopping. After delivering the eggs. The ducks gave me 21 eggs yesterday – so I will make my quota. No more escapes.
I like txting. They are nice short letters read at ones leisure. I even leave sound messages via txt sometimes- even faster and no pressure.
This is a classic Jude photo.
At last the weather is straightening out for a few days. I am deeply sick of mud now. And we are swimming in it.
Have a great day.