Telling the story of the ups and downs, the adventurous and mundane days of one British family's self-imposed exile in the Capital Region of New York State.
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Saturday, September 20, 2008
Day 1.253: Down, Fall
I spent the morning rebasementing the things of summer (bouncy-bounce, slip-n-slide, hoses) as part of an exercise in tidying the garage. We were still without Exile #3 who spent the morning with her sleep-over hosts.
As you can see, we were reunited at the rather excellent Five Rivers Fall Festival. Exile #4 got stuck into several activities - well seven actually: rock-painting, solar astronomy, making a fish-scale*, a water-cycle-related bead-threading game, touch table (mostly parts of dead wild animals), bug-hunting, food-alike rock examination. Seven was the number of stamps required in the passport for a prize - the book they were reading at the end of the afternoon when I took the picture.
*In fact she didn't get a stamp for this, but got one for chasing bubbles near where another activity was happening. Quid pro quo if you ask me - which is probably why you usually don't bother.
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