Me having a grand old time using the bottle labeler that I made earlier in the month. We bottled over 15 cases of 7 Mile IPA and Conspiracy of Ravens Porter on Monday.
******Disclaimer: this is a small novel, sorry about the length******
For this blog, I’d like to tell you about my Friday: I woke up at 6:45 and was down at the Petoskey Farmer’s Market by 7:45 to help set up. Instead of staying till noon like I usually do, Jimmy (the owner/boss) and I left at 8:30 once we were all set up because he needed a ride back to the farm. We had our weekly meeting from the front seat of my Volvo while listening to String Cheese Incident. When we got back, I watched as he duct-taped some sheep’s feet together to take them to the facility we use to slaughter them, which was quite unpleasant. After that I walked down to the parking lot to find a dog tied to the bench on the deck right outside the farm store. I walked inside to ask Cindy (farm store manager) what the deal with the dog was and discovered that she had found him in the middle of the road this morning with his leash still on, about a mile away from the farm. Luckily we’re in a small town, so she was able to identify the owner with a post on Facebook. Once we found out where he lived, I had the honor of schlepping the big drooly hound back home.
I pulled into the driveway that Cindy had described — a long narrow drive leading up to a blue mansion overlooking the water. I parked outside the house and went up to the front door, gave it a couple knocks, rang the door bell, waited for a while… no answer. I walked around the lawn and called out to see if maybe she was in the garden or the garage, since the garage door was open, but still no answer. The house didn’t look like it was very lived in. There were some power tools and nails just inside the door, and a stack of mail on the bench. All I could see in the garage was a Subaru Outback, a red 70’s Corvette and an opened suitcase laying on the ground with clothes spilling over the sides. I went back to my car to grab a piece of paper and left a note on the door that read: “If this is Kathleen’s house, we have your dog down at Pond Hill, he was found in the road this morning.” I rang the doorbell a couple more times but still heard nothing, so I got back into the car with the dog and was about to pull away when I saw a red jeep pulling a Uhaul trailer coming up the driveway. I got out of the car with the dog on a leash and he drove up to where I was parked, gave me a quick wave, and kept driving past me; eventually parking about 40 feet away by the garage. I walked over to his car and he gave me a signal that he was on the phone with someone, he stayed in the car on the phone for a good five minutes while I stood in this strangers yard with a random dog — safe to say I felt pretty uncomfortable. He finally got out of the car and greeted the dog with a “Hey Rob.” We introduced ourselves, then I asked if this was Kathleen’s house. He said it was and asked if I got an answer at the door, so I responded, “No, do you think she’s out looking for her dog probably?” To this he replied, “Ohh, probably not.” I found this response kind of strange, and wanted to ask him what how he knew Kathleen, but didn’t feel like I was in a position to do so. He offered to take Rob’s leash from me so I handed it over to him, thanked him, and went back to my car — with even more questions than before. Why was Rob in the middle of the road with his leash still on? Where the h**l is Kathleen? And who is this guy that knows Rob? So now I’m back at the farm typing this up on my lunch break, still very confused, and it’s only 11:45. So there’s my “interesting happening” for the week. Happy Friday everyone.
Rob — I already miss him.