The Farm of a Patriot
We have been busy. Busy with a heat wave. Busy with a little DIY kitchen project. Down with old cabinets, and up with shelves. Busy with birthdays and the beach. I don't really like being busy. It makes me feel unfriendly. Like when a friend and I are trying to make plans to catch up, I start praying for a miracle. But last week the kids and I did manage to seize an open window to visit the Adams National Historical Park a few towns over, and had a semi-wonderful time. The first problem was that we arrived at 10:30 and were told that the next available tour wasn't until 1:15. My attempt to bully the Ranger lady was unsuccessful. I stood in front of her desk and silently pouted for a good solid minute. And then I begged her to let us on the trolley outside. She said I could speak to her supervisor. I reluctantly declined, deciding some things are worth the wait. I love the ANHP because you get to knock out two prez birthplaces with one stone. John Adams and John Quincy were born in houses next door to one another. It is awesome. Thankfully there was the Quincy public library within walking distance and we hung out there for a couple hours reading Otis Spofford and watching a girl play Club Penguin on a computer. She had her library card on a bracelet like a camp counselor and my kids were a bit in awe.