This morning on our walk I said to mom, "If you had unlimited time and unlimited resources, what would you want to do?"
Here's the conversation that ensued:
Well, I'd go to a fat farm and have them serve me nothing but salad with honey mustard dressing and croutons.
I don't think you can have croutons on a fat farm, mom.
Well, I'd have to have them.
And of course, I'll have my cottage with ivy on it.
And a refrigerator with an ice maker.
Really, mom? That's all you'd do with unlimited money? Ivy and an ice maker?
Well, I'd have to have a clothesline, too.
And lots of dirt, but not just any dirt, like the Cadillac of dirt. In raised beds.
All I could think was, wowee, mom, don't go too far over the top there, killer.
I guess the good news is that simple things make her happy.
In other news, as I was giving someone a massage the other night, Carolyn had made her way to the window outside and, with her nose pressed up against the glass was yelling, "Mama! Leave him alone!"
And, when Jared took Carolyn down to grain the steers he said, "Carolyn, did you know that all of these steers are going to be made into food?"
I said, "Yeah, like hamburgers and stuff."
Carolyn looked up and said, "Can I have a bite?"