I was very excited to relax at Karen's farmhouse following long travel and the small dread that comes with some family celebrations. But before said travel could even take place, with bags packed and half of them in the trunk of my car, I was suddenly formulating tacticle, medical, plans for both my 4 legged pet and my beloved 2 legged. A mid morning dramatic double feature, and not the discounted matinee type either. I informed Karen of our new trajectory, not in a timely manner acceptable within modern business terms, but agreed to be allowable for parties acquainted with antiquated forms of accord.
Karen, then the willing gifter of a farmhouse sojourn, now the ungrudging benefactor to aid my sudden anguish toward commitments. (Being of the male race notorious for shunning certain commitments, I fully expected no sympathy based on my pedigree's past purposes.) I cannot thank Karen enough for her accommodations, given our unexpected circumstances.
I hope that this whimsical account of our events might be regarded as consolation for a forfeited New England escapade. And also act as assurance that the actual local area adventure was neither amusing, nor arranged.
To Karen, with our greatest appreciation.
Kindest regards,
Mike and Steph