The boys and I went to Tamworth today to pick up out 25# turkey. It's enormous. Calvin was barely able to carry it to the car. The boys kept asking where all the turkeys were at the turkey farm but I had to tell the truth. They've all been beheaded and we're going to it one on T-day.
On the way home we stopped at the Chocorua House to check on the status of the renters who should have been moved out by now. OMG. How can people live like that? There was clutter everywhere. Seriously, as if a tornado went through. At least none of the permanent fixtures was damaged. But I don't get it. How can any one allow so much clutter? And have so much junk? When we got back in the car I made the boys promise that they would never live like that and to obey the golden rule of "Leave things better than you found them." Calvin said okay, but asked if he could still have "crazy parties." "Of course," I said. "I'm counting on you for that. You just have to clean up after."
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