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12 July 2011 / Joel

Where We Are Now, Strep-Check, Caffeine, and Cato, Arkansas (With Lassoing)

We’re in Little Rock, Arkansas tonight hanging with normal-sized Zack, normal-sized Olivia, and tiny, tiny Olive.*

Jordyn is completely and totally without strep at this point and I still seem to be fine.

We have, quite accidentally, not ingested caffeine since Saturday morning — a sad fact that we intend to remedy in, like, ten hours (by which, of course, I mean that we’re going to end this particular run of not-having caffeine — we’re not going to, like, re-live Sunday and today “with caffeine” (if we could, though, I think we’d both be open to it.)).

We spent the past few days with Ron and Patty Bonds in Cato, Arkansas doing all sorts of Ron-Bonds-cowboy stuff and just hanging around.

For instance:

1a. We had a lasso lesson.

Lassoing things is easier than sixteenth-century counterpoint, but more difficult than, like, just trying to tie something with string.

1b. And then straight-up lassoed some stuff.

2. Ron recently cut down and milled a bunch of trees at the Bonds family farm in Clinton, Arkansas and was kind enough to set some wood aside for me to bring back up to Boston. He and I spent an exceptionally hot Sunday planing and cutting boards.

The lasso(s) live(s) right up there on the wall over the planing station.

Luckily, there was a five year old around to clean up the mess.

Long story shizz-ort: In the car at this very moment is roughly eight feet of cherry, cedar, birch, and black walnut and about five feet of oak.

3a. We straight up raided the garden.

Yes, those are real horse shoes.

3b. With these kids (Jeremiah and Julia (brother and sister)).**

Yes, those are real children.

Finally, here’s one minute of what Cato sounded like just before midnight last night:

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*Dudes. Total bouncer.

**Lefty is the one who cleaned up the woodshop shavings.

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