When the sky was bright red at 6am I knew we were in for some weather.
Fortunately Karen took care of chores.
I had to meet Greg to catch a ride into Rochester as we were drumming (7th year in a row)
at the Flower City Half-Marathon. We left at 6:40 and the race started at 7:30? The first runners did not get to us until around 8, and shortly after that it started to rain. Fortunately we had a little tent thingy over us or we would have had to stop to save our drums.
We are placed at the top of a very long hill and the runners are motivated when they hear us.
By the time they get there, many say thanks and give us a thumbs up.
Some even dance.
Was this guy a trooper or what?
Just before the last runner came by, the skies really opened up and we were slammed.
Pity the people in the race.
By the time I got back to the farm we had rains heavy enough to leak into a bedroom and the library. Hopefully the roof will be repaired in the next couple of days.
Karen was kind enough to come back to the farm by 9:30 and put the horses in. They were wormed this morning, then got soaked, turned back out by 12:15 and had to wear blankets as it was 37 degrees and very windy. That red sky did it.
At 12:30 I went down to the gallery for our Sunday Jam.
We are playing at the Canal opening on May 13th and were trying to get our ducks in a row.
I got home in time to make a good dinner.
Chicken Helen, mashed potatoes, a carrot/apple/craisin salad and leftover salad from last night.
I had chore duty tonight and the girls were happy to be tucked in.
Now all is quiet on the western front...
we have a fire going....
and I am headed out to the kitchen to watch another episode of "Border Town."