The Flower City Half-Marathon

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."

Night all.