Amish Ohio

Yesterday afternoon 3 of us manly men in our little neighborhood helped a 4th neighbor erect an 8x12 shed in their backyard.

As we were working away, I made the comment that we should have the womenfolk (who, along with a bevy of kids, were sitting in lawn chairs watching our masculine labors--actually, the ladies were just gabbing and sometimes gazing lazily in our direction between breaths) get us some dark wide-brimmed hats so that we could look like Amish at a barn-raising.

The shed owner then commented that while it was an idea with some merit, it would also mean we would have to forego our battery-powered drills.

We all chuckled, because we all knew that that dog wouldn't hunt, and returned to our labors. (I later found out that Cindy had said basically the same thing to the ladies.)

We finished with just enough light left to find the pizza and dessert (that the onlookers had gorged on long ago--especially Kenner, per the reports) and just enough light left for the mosquitoes to also begin feasting.

Did I ever mention that we love our neighborhood? There are so many good neighbors and a real sense of friendship and community in our little 11-home world.