When Far Guy was growing up..there was a bridge in town called the Red Bridge. Since I didn’t grow up in town I was not privy to the "townies" secret language. The old red bridge just exists in his mind..because it was all messed up in the name of progress..and is just a whole bunch of culverts now.
This is a Red Bridge which has nothing to do with the old Red Bridge. They are just in the same town.
Oh and yes..this is The Red Bridge Inn..which isn’t red either but pink. I wonder if that is another "Townies" secret that us country people are not privy too.
I didn’t have much time, I was waiting for Far Guy, he was running an errand. I took these photos a week ago on November 16Th when it was sunny and warm. We have had a lovely November..Indian Summer at it’s finest. Today not so much..we are back to dreary rainy weather.
I have to make a trip to town today to get the last of the supplies for the feast on Thursday. I am in charge of two pies, a lemon and a pumpkin, pumpkin bread, dinner rolls and a loaf of bread from the bread machine. I may have to cave and send Far Guy to the store on Wednesday..I am scheduled for a root canal on Wednesday morning. So let me tell you I am starting off the holiday season in fine style this year. I have no intention of doing any shopping on Friday..I am not an idiot..I am not a shopper..I am not a cook..and I am certainly not a baker..no wonder I dislike the holidays so much.
Is there something I am missing.. is it like the "townies" and their secret about the bridges? What could it be? There must be some big ole joyful holiday secret that I am missing? Some people just LOVE "The Holidays".. me..not so much:(