Turkey Burger and I took a tricycle ride yesterday. We had planned to ride all the way to my Dad’s house. We didn’t make it.

Early on, I was faced with complaints that the seat on the tricycle (that was the brain child of her Paw Paw and I….an old highchair seat welded in the place of the factory basket). looked too “baby-ish.” When I told Turkey Burger that she shouldn’t waste time worrying with what other people think of her, she tried to reason with me… “What’s more importaner, getting your exercise and being healthy so you don’t die or worrying about what other people think?” Since I didn’t know how that applied, I told her to get into the seat and enjoy it because in a few weeks she was going to be too big to ride with her precious Mama.

At one point during our ride Turkey Burger asked to run alongside like My Friend (the dog). I let her.

We stopped to pet the horses along the way. We watched My Friend relentlessly bark at the large creatures and then we watched as the horses took off after him. That shut him up. Those horses were beautiful. This is a beautiful place to live. The houses aren’t too close together and some of them have been here a long time. There are several old barns along the way. There was one I’d like to live in, others that were standing in fields of yellow flowers, and some that have given in to time and fallen in on themselves. The flowers are blooming, the cows are grazing, and old men are out on their porches.

We were taking it all in…The motion of the tricycle lulled Turkey Burger into a restful state. She was quite and still. I was anticipating our picnic lunch. Then, the chain that makes the back wheels spin, fell off. Slowly we lost momentum and came to a halt right over a murky ditch. I pulled ‘er off the road and attempted get us going again but the chain kept moaning and clicking loudly then popping back off. So, we walked. At one point during our walk an old timer yelled from his porch, “Hey you’se tryin’ to hide from me! I seen you walkin’, and you sho do look good, you sho do. I wish I could get out there and walk like that.” Soooo, I wasn’t sure how to take that….but either way, it was fun to hear him yell out from his rocking chair.

Then, we walked some more. We walked as far as Turkey Burger could, which was a long, long way. Then, I took out my trusty cell phone and called dear old Dad. We put My Friend in the back of his little red truck and piled in. Almost before I could get the door shut, for some reason, Dad took off like he was a taxi cab driver in New York City. As soon as Dad’s wheels touched his gravel driveway, My Friend leaped out (that or he was slung). I don’t know what that was about but anyways….we visited for a good while.

We threw some rocks in the river, looked at a smashed penny Dad put under a trains path recently, let Turkey Burger wade in the river, put one of my feet in the river and then retracted it fast (hot day, cold river), had an INDOOR picnic, listened to Dad explain I was going to need a very specific part for my tricycle that I currently cannot recall, and then went home. It was a good day.

Not too much to report on the Chuck front. His day went well. He seems to like his new job very much. He says he can’t wait till Turkey Burger and I get there and that he really thinks we will love Delta Junction.

He also said he saw a strange creature that he could not identify. It was reported to be 1/3 sloth, 1/3 porcupine, and 1/3 beaver. He approached it carefully because he, “didn’t know their temperament or their abilities for killin’ humans.”

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