While raking 7 giant bagfuls of pine needles in my Grandma's yard this past Saturday, my grandma worked her needle in finishing the binding on my quilt. It was a good compromise. I love small little towns and would like to live in one, but Ferron... I don't think I could live in Ferron.
Watched the Jazz game Friday night - while Grandma gave me the bio of each player.
Grandma and I went to the co-op store on Saturday morning - and the cashier already knew who I was... "oh, and this must be Whitney".
I drove to Gilly's to get a soda and asked if there was a redbox close by... "there isn't a redbox in the entire county." figured.
Drove out to castle dale to get some reception on my phone.
Got grub at the grub box - which has way good fries. And Grandma's shrimp dinner came with the best cocktail sauce I've ever had.
Watched Larry's Country Diner - while Grandma teared up to Jimmy Fortune's angelic voice, right alongside Larry.
Watched a bull rider competition - while Grandma gave me the bio of each rider.
Took some naps. I took one, Grandma took like a dozen.
Ate some fresh strawberries and blackened toast for breakfast.
And then I left.
It was a good weekend.
cool, cool... boots. Ferron's pretty cool, too.
ReplyDeleteThis all sounds so magical. I really love small towns. I think we need to establish a Deweyville of Utah. You're invited to come.
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