Friday..Saturday..Sunday.. UNCLE!!

This was last Friday’s post, or would have been if I had any
kind of phone service.  Dial–up at best
is bad.  A month of rain, combined with
the “new” less efficient than our old local phone service (most of Verizon’s
New England local service has been bought out by Fairpoint Communications  or they who do not know how to communicate)
has left me with sporadic phone service at best.  Back to Friday, the day when Ruby and Norma
were supposed to visit.   Communications
was so spotty, that when we were able to speak that morning, it was decided
that we’d meet at Ruby’s.   I finished
the salad I’d planned on serving, packed it up and headed out.  I didn’t make it very far before I had to
stop for my neighbor’s sheep.  They’d
found a lovely shady spot to rest, in the middle of the road.

They scooched over a bit or maybe not and I slowly made my
way around them. 

A party’s a party but the eats at their party looked to be lacking.  When I looked back they were following me down the road.

If you’ve read Norma’s post, you may have guessed that plans
changed and by the time I’d arrived, they were set to make their way to
me.  That trip, the one back over to me,
would be when Ruby “saw” the rock sheep. 
No, they aren’t good for milk, cheese nor wool, but great for a laugh
and what seems could be an endless ribbing. 
Sorry Ruby, how are those new lenses? 

Let’s do it again soon? 
I had a great day.

Oh yes, When we sat down to eat, the first thing Ruby served was some beautiful and delicious cheese.  It was made from the milk of the very same sheep, at my neighbor’s farm.  That’s local.

ps. If you are reading this, I got lucky and had enough
patience and service to get through. 

pss. If you haven’t heard from me in a while, that’s my
story.  I’m sticking to it.