Have you ever heard that riddle about the fox, the chicken and something else, probably some corn, that a person needs to transport across a river in a boat that will only hold two of them at a time? You can't take the fox at the same time as the chicken because he'll eat the chicken, that kind of dilemma. The question is what is the fewest number of trips across the river to get it all safely across.

That is how my weekend was shaping up.

Mainly, my Mexican friends were coming to stay in the Brown Palace next door to my house and have a birthday party. She said they were going to invite 20 people, and I had visions of Mexican polka music bouncing us through to the wee hours tonight.

Also, our friend Randy (Solitaire here on MyBloggers) was stopping for the night on the way to eco-save some forest in Wyoming.

There was a fisherman here from the fishing club, so nobody else could fish.

And my Welsh Corgi friends, the Horribles, were going to come for the weekend while their parents were out of town.

I was worried that the birthday party would be very rowdy and keep Randy awake. One of the dogs has to sleep with someone, but we also have Buddy the Cat who has to sleep with someone, and anytime he stirs the dogs are right there wanting to play with him or eat him. So I thought of putting the dogs and Randy in the smaller cabin that is along the driveway, but the dogs would bark any time anyone went past there leaving the party. For that matter, the dogs would bark all during the day as cars came and went.

I could put the cat in the smaller cabin because he wouldn't bark, but he would want to sleep on the bed, so Randy would have to put up with that if he was over there, or Mr. Troutbend would have to sleep over there, too, to keep track of Buddy, but he wouldn't agree to that arrangement to accommodate the Horribles.

Don't worry, I warned Randy ahead of time about the birthday party so he wouldn't be alarmed when he pulled up and there were a lot of cars around.

Anyway, the dogs never showed up because their owners made other plans. The birthday party started about 1 pm, and most everyone was gone by 8 pm. They never did have loud music or get really rowdy. It looked like everyone had a good time, and hopefully the kids throwing rocks off the bridge didn't overly disturb the fisherman. I about had a heart attack when I saw one of the party goers pulling a bunch of fishing poles out of his truck, but fortunately they didn't start fishing until the fisherman left.

Randy rolled in at 6:30 pm, and was surprised at all the cars, but if he doesn't sleep well, it won't be because of the neighbors.

It's dead quiet outside, Buddy the Cat is guarding the kitchen, and everyone is happy in their own beds. Whew! It felt like we were going to have a four-ring circus up here and it turned out to be the kiddy rides.