Happy Thanksgiving! Greetings from Sink’s Grove, West Virginia, where the moon shines bright and the bulls roam free. Kevin found a small farmhouse for us for a few days and it’s so nice to have a new view. From every window, we see nothing but rolling green hills, cows, puffy clouds and hay bales. We thought it would be cool to give our California skater girls a new experience, and they seem to be enchanted. (Not to mention that we needed a break too.)
Or maybe it’s the fact that they’re sans parents and can sleep with their phones and eat Reese’s Pieces cereal from a casserole dish for breakfast.
It’s interesting meeting people with totally different lifestyles. Amy and Bob, who own this farmhouse, work as an RN and for the Caterpillar company and they run this small working farm. Amy is 45 and has two grandchildren, the older of whom (age 7) just killed his first deer this week. It’s like taking the blinders off and looking at the panorama to remember how differently people can construct happy lives.
It’s hard being separated from family on these holidays and the internet is spotty, but we did get to zoom with Tatum briefly and with Kevin’s family. Last year for Thanksgiving we were in Seymour. How quaint and decadent that family visit now seems!
Yesterday Kevin told Finn to go pet the pretty cow standing in the field. When Finn hesitated, taking in the side of the mammoth black beast, Kevin told him from behind the nice fence to toughen up. It turns out that pretty cow was a bull. Well, every day is an adventure in Wild West Virginia.
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