What were you thinking???

The barn at Berthusen Park

Enough of this nonsense...really! First I find that Kahshe Cottager has tossed one of those Thinking Blogger things my way. I was honored...but confused. When do I think? Not often, if I can avoid it. Thinking can be stressful. But then...then it gets followed up by RoseMary sending a second one my way, and on the very same day!

And I just need to know...WHAT were you ladies thinking?

Just to set the record straight, I have a long history of not thinking. It began as a child. I recall my mother often saying to me, "What were you thinking?" And my reply would be.... .....or something equally as profound.

City Boy often times will be rambling on and on about something around here, and then I'll hear him say, "What do you think?" Huh? What? I was supposed to be thinking? I forgot. Could you repeat the question?

Cleary, thinking is not my strong point. Yet two of you numbskulls went and handed me something that eludes to the (non)fact that when someone visits here, they're visiting someone who thinks. And to make matters worse, I've got to find five more bloggers who think. No, wait...I've got two awards, which means I've got to be finding ten thinking bloggers. This will take a great deal of thought, something I'm not sure I'm ready for. Thought confuses me. It befuddles me. It hurts to think.

And you know what? I’m not going to do it. At least not right away. Hey! I’ve got a vacation to take! You can’t expect a person to think while they’re on vacation, can you?

By this time tomorrow, we’ll be on the road to Oregon. I’ll be posting updates for you along the way; City Boy has installed Adobe onto the laptop so it’s good to go as far as getting my photos resized and online for you. Hopefully we’ll find something interesting to take pictures of, or you’ll be stuck with (more) videos of me!

Before I go, I’m going to share a couple photos from the other day. After leaving the cemetery with Lanky, we went to Berthusen Park. It’s another one of those old homesteads that has been donated to the parks department. My cousin and his wife manage it and are lucky enough to actually live there! Of course, living on a homestead has it's disadvantages...

One more thing before I wander thoughtlessly off for the day: I’ve added a link here where you can subscribe to my blog. This will ensure you get my thoughtless drivel in your email each time I post something. Which really you probably don’t need, but if your brain is like mine, it may forget to check in. And you wouldn’t want to miss out on our little vacation, would you?