One of the prettiest places on earth - seriously, all of earth - is snuggled up, down a winding road just off Annandale road, past a gigantic wishbone at Bard College: Blithewood Manor and Garden. I've learned that it's the perfect setting for picnics - and also some good ole sisterly hazing. The last time were were there, I made Porter play dead, reenacting the Edward Gorey's opening credits to Mystery! (you know, for the blog!).
On Saturday, I decided that the afternoon's activities for her should include sprinting and spinning - until she could neither sprint nor spin one step more - all while wearing polo boots.
Here we have a silly little film of the antics. Please excuse lack of attention to detail in the props department. It's hard to think of such things when spitting with laughter. (It's also very hard to hold the camera still).