Joe likes his trains. I take photos of them, since our country depended so much on trains in the early days (as is true of many countries), it is part of our history.
Our visits to the train museum with the grandies were fun in the old days. We wrote, and self-published, a story about it!
I printed three copies, as I recall, and donated one to the museum! The dude on the left worked at the museum, the dude on the right was one of many volunteers.
I had to look back and see how I set up the table. You know how that is. It requires some work and preparation. The train is busted, you see, but it looks so pretty. I'd totally forgotten that I'd set it up on the games table, right over the coffee table.
There are always tweaks to the arrangement. Note Nutmeg watching the whole thing from her spot on the couch.
I remembered something I had in the Christmas trunk! While someone was shopping, I brought it up, replaced the batteries, and we were lit!
I didn't say anything. Somebody sat down for lunch. SURPRISE!
The little glass trees have a wee string of lights, hot glued to the mouth of the container. They contained vodka, as I recall. I really got into my work!
Cinnamon inspected!
Anyway, these are good days for indoor play. There is ice and snow on the driveway that I couldn't get rid of. We had a sudden freeze and it is bitterly cold out there.
