On Monday night Mel went out to coffee with Mandie to talk about
wedding stuff. Tate and I stayed at home to guard the ranch. As a quick side note with no real correlation to what happened Monday night, when
canyon-folk refer to leaving the canyon to run an errand, to go buy groceries, or to go get coffee, they say they're "going to town."
Before moving to the canyon I thought this expression had died about the same time
coon-skin caps went out of fashion and cars replaced the
horse and buggy as a primary means of transportation. Boy was a I wrong. "Going to town" is still very much a part of the canyon vernacular and it can be used interchangeably as a general way of explaining any reason for leaving the house.
Having said that, Mel went to town Monday night while Tate and I (
Bauer too) had a guy's night (well, more like a guy's 2 hours). It was a pretty nice evening so I decided to set up Tate's swing in the front
orchard (canyonspeak for "front lawn"). The swing's directions said it was for 9 months and up but
Dr. Trotter
said that Tate was pretty advanced for his age at his last checkup and I thought of would reward him with a 3-month early, 9-month birthday present. He loved it. I tried to teach him how to
"pump" his legs but he was more interested in chewing on the straps. He's a man of simple means. A canyon boy, born and
bred.
He likes the swing.
He's tired of the swing.
He opens his mouth as the spoon gets near him like a baby bird. Cutest thing ever.
On Monday night Mel went out to coffee with Mandie to talk about wedding stuff. Tate and I stayed at home to guard the ranch. As a quick side note with no real correlation to what happened Monday night, when canyon-folk refer to leaving the canyon to run an errand, to go buy groceries, or to go get coffee, they say they're "going to town."
Before moving to the canyon I thought this expression had died about the same time coon-skin caps went out of fashion and cars replaced the horse and buggy as a primary means of transportation. Boy was a I wrong. "Going to town" is still very much a part of the canyon vernacular and it can be used interchangeably as a general way of explaining any reason for leaving the house.
Having said that, Mel went to town Monday night while Tate and I (Bauer too) had a guy's night (well, more like a guy's 2 hours). It was a pretty nice evening so I decided to set up Tate's swing in the front orchard (canyonspeak for "front lawn"). The swing's directions said it was for 9 months and up but Dr. Trotter
said that Tate was pretty advanced for his age at his last checkup and I thought of would reward him with a 3-month early, 9-month birthday present. He loved it. I tried to teach him how to "pump" his legs but he was more interested in chewing on the straps. He's a man of simple means. A canyon boy, born and bred.
He likes the swing.
He's tired of the swing.
He opens his mouth as the spoon gets near him like a baby bird. Cutest thing ever.
