A Little Culture in Our Weekend
And by culture, I mean that I started the day shopping BY MYSELF and listening to this show on NPR while eating a Mexican Pizza from Taco Bell in the car BY MYSELF. You cannot imagine how blissful it was to not have anyone wanting a bite of my food or a sip of my Pepsi. (Reading that back now sounds really selfish, but hopefully you understand.)
Then there came the real culture.
We went here to see various West Virginia artists demonstrate their talents and display their wares. (Oh, and there were chocolate chip cookies, too.) But seriously, a guy playing a washboard? Come on. So cool. And thanks to Laura Ingalls Wilder, my daughter already knew what a washboard was. Can I just say that it’s very satisfying to see her passing on her knowledge to her little brother? I didn’t have to do any explaining. She did it all. So now they both know and they are pretty impressed that it serves an instrumental purpose as well…
When I asked the kids their favorite parts they said, “Playing on the marble train and watching the potter-ing. I just wanted to stay there.” 
Conclusion on the day: Andy Pense of Guided Clay, when you start giving lessons in our town, we are SO there. What a swell fella. (and a positive outcome of homeschooling to boot!)
You are as sweet as cultured buttermilk. That’s a compliment.
I wouldn’t think to take it any other way, mKhulu!
I’ve always wanted to go there. Next trip, for sure!
Does it make me less sophisticated if I think that the best part of the weekend was the date you had with a mexican pizza… ALONE!?
Bliss.
Love Love Love Tamarack. I can not get enough of that place. My husband, on the other hand, I have to drag kicking and screaming. He is the Ying to my Yang.
PS. Do you know how to change the photo on the permalink thing? That’s an old one, and for the life of me, I can’t figure out how to change the darn thing. It’s making me crazy.
i have no idea, trena. i’m terribly inept when it comes to this kind of thing. try ask.com. you can ask it any question and it will find the answer for you.
I didn’t even have to click on the link, I knew from the photos you were at Tamarack…golly gosh I miss that place!
I’m anxiously awaiting the day I get to drive somewhere by myself and do something like eat mexican pizza in the car. Husband got to spend 4 hours yesterday at the driving range where he claims to be learning how to golf (I think he’s just learning how to breathe and bond with his best buddy.) I tell him over and over that free time for me is not having his best buddy’s spouse (who happens to be MY best buddy) come over and hang out/watch the babies while he goes off to play.
All that to say, he owes me, he knows it, and I’m counting the days. (A bit of selfish with some icing on top.)
Your kind of culture, is my kind of culture. Nothing better than a private burrito and npr.