Well. We did it. Angel, Sophie and I all went for a walk together. Except my shoe came untied as we reached the end of the driveway and remained untied for the entire walk because I couldn’t quite figure out how to keep both of them occupied long enough to reach down and re-tie it. And Sophie was terrified of the big, round, black monster (i.e. trash can) rolling around in the wind. We were doing really well until a semi rolled by with a backhoe on its bed. Sophie froze and just sat down, as if to say “Nope! I’m not moving any more mom!” I really thought I was going to have to pick her up and carry her back to the house. But after some careful pulling and prodding, we were back moving in no time. At that point, I decided to move our walk back to our street so that if Sophie decided not to move again, I could indeed carry her back home. So we proceeded to walk up and down our street. Until Sophie heard the power washer across the street, at which time I decided that we were done. But, by golly, we survived. I’m sure my neighbors got a kick out of the crazy lady trying to pull one dog back (Angel) and one dog forward (Sophie) this morning. At least I had sunglasses on so they couldn’t see the crazed look in my eyes. Perhaps after several weeks of little walks like this, we will all reach an understanding and we will be able to take longer, less stressful walks. That’s the goal.
This weekend was really fun. We arrived at the Harper House on Saturday just in time to hear the cannons begin firing. We quickly learned that they were no longer selling tickets for the battle because there were so many people at the battle site that, even if you bought a ticket, you wouldn’t be able to see a thing. So we wandered around the “village” for a bit (it was set up alot like Fort Ouiatenon) (sp?) and then started making our way back to the military camp. We began to notice that the battle sounds were getting closer and closer. So we forged on realizing that we could probably walk to the battle site sans tickets. At this point, there was only about 15 minutes of fighting left and people were already starting to walk back to the “village.” As we walked against the flow of traffic to the sounds of guns and cannons and “booms” I suddenly heard “Go boilers!” and looked up to realize that we were passing a fellow Boilermaker who was responding to my t-shirt. See, even in the midst of Civil War re-enactments, in the back woods of North Carolina, fellow Boilermakers unite! Anywho, long story short, we pushed our way through the crowd and were able to see some of the last 10 minutes of fighting. And, just as I love to do things, we did it for FREE! Ha…take that “$10 per person.”
Then it was back to the car to sit in traffic for about 45 minutes before moving. There were TONS of people there and they all decided to leave after the battle. So we sat patiently (sort of) and then eventually made it to location number dos for the day: Duplin Winery. It was wonderful! The tasting was very informative and, even though most of the wines were pretty sweet (they were all muscadine wines) I found a few that I really enjoyed. After the tasting we enjoyed dinner at the Bistro attached to the Winery where we also enjoyed the musical talents of a sweet old gentleman on keyboard.
Sunday found us enjoying the weather yet again at the driving range. Husband was very patient and became my instructor on how to hit a golf ball. I must say, I can see how people get addicted to golf. I had a few hits that just felt right and made me want to keep going. Perhaps a few more trips to the driving range and look out Tiger! I’ll be ready for my first round of golf. We tried a full game once many, many moons ago in Lafayette but I was HORRIBLE. So perhaps I can get a bit better and we can have even more hobbies to enjoy together. But now it’s time for me to wrap this up because I have to get ready for work…more to follow as the week continues!
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