On our way to and from church Sunday, we had to stop and pick up some furniture sitting by the side of the road. As Eric and I loaded a small table, chair and some frames into the back of the vehicle and the children’s laps, Evan blurted out, “We’re just like the pickers, Mom!”
Later that afternoon, we went for a hike in Vermont. We picked up part of the Long Trail off of Rte 9. It was a steep climb. The kids kept asking if Bill Bryson had hiked there and quoting their favorite parts of his “A Walk in the Woods,” which mostly consists of the part where Mr Bryson states that if a bear were to come into his camp he would “blow his sphincter out his backside with a merry little toot!” That was followed up by raucous laughter and we were ensured not to see any wildlife this hike…
Guess who came home with wet tennis shoes?
Way to go with the roadside goods—even though it was an obvious breaking of the sabbath. Vermont looks gorgeous!
I qualified it as necessity since we sold our dining chairs before moving…questionable, I know, but necessity nonetheless!