There were only four of us, with three blogs represented, but it's a start, right?
Redneck's oldest daughter will be a freshman at TAMU this fall and, she and her folks made the first of many trips out this way getting her set up and settled in for the fall semester. Their trip happened to fall on one of Yeoldfurt's days off, so we met them for dinner yesterday at Boondock's in Somerville. The guys both ordered the all-you-can-eat catfish and kept the waitress hopping. Mrs Redneck went for the shrimp and I had my usual chicken fried steak. She and I both ended up with to-go boxes which, for me, just means my lunch today will be extra enjoyable.
We parted ways about 8:30 and headed home to feed the horses and bed down the chickens. It was dark-thirty by the time we rolled into the driveway and Yeoldfurt headed down to the chicken coop while I went up to the house to start feeding horses. The old adage about 'going to bed with the chickens' has some truth to it ...Yeoldfurt found the hens all gathered around the cedar tree outside the coop, having already bedded themselves down for the night. Like sleepy-eyed toddlers, the four younger pullets trundled off to their private quarters at the back of the coop and promptly tucked themselves in their usual corner for the night. But two of the three older hens had to be picked up and put in the coop. They were roosting on some cinderblocks at the base of the tree only two feet or so from the coop. But as far as they were concerned, they had roosted for the night and they weren't moving a feather on their own. Like typical adolescents though, once wakened from their sleep, they were ravenous and went straight to the feeders.
I finished with the horses just a few minutes after Yeoldfurt finished with the chickens. We were done with chores and in the house by 9:45. We both work the rest of the week and I start back on overtime, so it didn't take long for us to call it a night either.
We had a good time yesterday, I'm glad we got the opportunity to meet these folks. When you've been following someone's blog for a year or so, you start to feel like you know them. You get to know their opinions and attitudes when you read their own posts and I think reading their comments gives you a glimpse of their character. What a person chooses to post gives you an idea of what's important to them, what they think about from day to day. But how they respond to what's said to them, especially in regard to one of their posts, gives you an idea about their character. My impression just from being a follower of Modern Day Redneck has been that they are a salt-of-the-earth family. Now that I've met them, I know I was right. It's too bad they live four hours away, but with their daughter just starting as a Freshman at TAMU this fall, I know they'll be down this way fairly often for at least the next four years. I don't think you have too many friends. And when you meet people for the first time and end up just talking for three hours, you can be pretty sure you have some common ground.