That’s a long way down!
I was up, but Mary took a long winter’s nap, not getting vertical until 8:00 am. The roosters had their cup of coffee and were off to work. I was pounding the keys to get the birthday website into shape (Joe provided 100 pictures of the event).
Robin called and told us Nick had to work, so we had an open ticket. We asked Dru to join us, and she could make it! She’s always a pleasant addition to any event—like confetti in a vacuum cleaner or a cat at a dog show! You can’t help but smile, even if it’s slightly chaotic!
By 11:30, we started getting ready, with Mama in the shower belting out Christmas carols like she was auditioning for a Broadway musical—complete with her shampoo bottle as a microphone! Honestly, I half expected the neighbors to call in a noise complaint for excessive holiday spirit!
Poor Scout, he howled the entire time!
Meanwhile, I was getting my clothes ready for the adventure. Since it would be 45 degrees in the evening, I went to get my ever-so-warm duster. Mary got it for me last year, and it was WARM!!!
Since we are not in the Wild West, I plan to use a steak knife and fork instead of the shooting irons. The mask is optional! I may wear my spurs!
Did You Know? The original dusters were full-length, light-colored canvas or linen coats worn by horsemen in the United States to protect their clothing from trail dust. These dusters were typically slit up the back to hip level for ease of wear on horseback.
Dusters intended for riding may have features such as a buttonable rear slit and leg straps to hold the flaps in place.
For better protection against rain, dusters were made from oilcloth and waxed cotton.
In the late 19th and early 20th centuries, men and women wore dusters to protect their clothes when riding in open motorcars on the dirt roads of the day.
We went by and picked up Dru and headed to Pomona to arrive at Robin’s at 2:30 pm!
