Good luck purging stuff. I'm hoping to send some unwanted stuff home with the guests I'm going to have this week. One has been promising to take Jim's sandblasting cabinet for the past two years.
Yesterday, I specifically went to the annual Pumpkins and Ponies festival to see the U.S. Veterans Mounted Drill Team perform. It's seven black-hatted veterans doing basic moves on horseback, but the narrative and watching them ride with the flags made me tear up a couple of times. And, I was far from the only one -- especially when the lone rider with the POW/MIA flag made his rounds. Most, if not all of the performers, have PTSD. When my Jim was being treated at the VA in Des Moines, his favorite field trips were hanging out with the horses at Jester Park.
The festival is in the next county, but I know the woman who owns the farm where it's held, and she's been trying to lure me out there for years. I also knew a couple of the vendors, there were miniature goats and alpacas, and there was a band that played music so old that I knew the words to the songs!
After goofing off all morning, I came home and cleaned poultry dishes as penance. The waterfowl fill their dishes with muck; the chicken waterers collect mold. I wish I could say I got all of them done. Last year, I must have gotten tired of cleaning, bought a bunch of new dishes -- and apparently hid the really dirty ones in the garage. Have to clean those up before guests -- who will spend a lot of time dinking around in the garage -- arrive.
All the corn fields around me are down, but there's still plenty of dust getting kicked up from all the fresh white rock along the paved road. I likely won't even try to dust until a couple of hours before everyone's ETA on Thursday.