Surprise, surprise…it was raining again this weekend, but the Mooney family did not allow that simple decades-long reality to stop us. On Sunday, we loaded up the rascals and headed 20 miles east of Fayetteville to the rural community of Durham. We didn’t have a whole lot to go on, but we were itching for an outing.
Let me pause here and say, “I” was itching for an outing. Ginny is content to stay within the walls of the house for somewhere around 25 hours a day. I used to be as well. Back when I would read or savor coffee or nap or watch something. But since kids, the walls begin to close in on me after about 3 hours of sitting at home and I have to head somewhere or else I start hearing the voices.
I had heard about some compound where artists lived and made things; and on Sunday- just as the walls were beginning their dance toward me- that seemed more than sufficient for me to head that way- and so we went. It really was a good time and it reminded me that I should start that blog I imagined on interesting things of Arkansas….I really should. It was quirky, fun and, at certain times- such as when the woman with the tail offered Hazel some wings (for a fee)- it was downright weird. Yep, we loved it and we will go back.
Although Ginny is more comfortable on the home front then I, we both agree that life is lived through experiences together, and we had a great one on Sunday.
Surprise, surprise…it was raining again this weekend, but the Mooney family did not allow that simple decades-long reality to stop us. On Sunday, we loaded up the rascals and headed 20 miles east of Fayetteville to the rural community of Durham. We didn’t have a whole lot to go on, but we were itching for an outing.
Let me pause here and say, “I” was itching for an outing. Ginny is content to stay within the walls of the house for somewhere around 25 hours a day. I used to be as well. Back when I would read or savor coffee or nap or watch something. But since kids, the walls begin to close in on me after about 3 hours of sitting at home and I have to head somewhere or else I start hearing the voices.
I had heard about some compound where artists lived and made things; and on Sunday- just as the walls were beginning their dance toward me- that seemed more than sufficient for me to head that way- and so we went. It really was a good time and it reminded me that I should start that blog I imagined on interesting things of Arkansas….I really should. It was quirky, fun and, at certain times- such as when the woman with the tail offered Hazel some wings (for a fee)- it was downright weird. Yep, we loved it and we will go back.
Although Ginny is more comfortable on the home front then I, we both agree that life is lived through experiences together, and we had a great one on Sunday.