A new project

The trellises in my front garden were falling apart.

Henry said he would make me some new ones.

I thought he would make three nice little trellises.

But Henry doesn't think that way.

If he's going to do something, he might as well do something interesting.

Maybe even something big.

Otherwise, why bother? ( He's making me a small gazebo!)

Hmmm. . .

For a couple with very little in common, it's amazing to realize how much we are the same!

Morgan is bravery personified! ( what ever you do dad, don't let that axe slip!)

Sigh. . .

There's just something about a strong man. . .

Whew!!!

Morgan's safe for another whack.

Time for a break.

I'll keep you posted on my little gazebo's progress.

Quiet Sundays

Cleaning the pond

Jada loves it when it time to clean the pond!

Jesse . . .

Not so much.

All it took was a punch in the nose

I know I have been very remiss in keeping up with my plan to post everyday.

Things have been crazy around here since I've been back and I've been rather blue about life in general.

I'm pretty sure my hormones ( that pesky menopausal thing!) are acting up again as my hair is once again falling out (thankfully it mostly grows back).

Yesterday was a good day for feeling sorry for myself as, while trying to switch the pipes from one rain barrel to another I managed to punch myself in the nose.

Hard.

So hard that my first thought was, "It better not be broken! Morgan's grad is next week! No it's not broken, whew! But it's bleeding , and red and swollen! Ack!! What if it's black and blue next week?! How do I fix that!"

Well I'm here to tell you that the swelling has gone down quite a bit.

So has the redness.

I should be fine for my son's grad.

And I must be missing my blogging more than I realized because my third thought was . . .

Wow! How dumb was that?! I have so got to blog about this!"

Flying first class. Conclusion.

You may have heard that there is more room when you fly first class.


That is why Tamara choose it, with the idea that if we were able to have a good sleep while we were traveling, we would be ready for work the morning after our arrival.




How's this for room?!




Comfy Tam?


We definitely had too fiddle with the controls for a while before we were able to get to sleep.



But look what our first course for dinner looked like.




Isn't the food pretty?


That's it for my little series on first class.

It sure was fun and they really know how to pamper you. Thanks Tamara for the experience!

Quiet Sundays

Am I coming or going?

For the last few weeks I couldn't really tell you!
Whew!
What is it about spring that has the To Do list getting longer and longer and the hours of the day getting shorter and shorter? ( at least that's what it seems like to me!)
My 'extra' job has been keeping my very busy as have all the 'unexpected' things that always seem to pop up when you are the busiest. ( like the phone call I got just after I had returned home from my morning bus run.)
" Hello, this is the school. Jesse has to be here this morning for the provincial achievement tests."
"Yes I know, isn't he there?"
"No."
" What time does the test start?"
"Right now."
He slept in.
Again.
" Oh man!"
Of course I had brought my bus home rather than my vehicle, so I would gain a few precious minutes to (hopefully) spend in my garden.
Now what?!
Thankfully a good friend was visiting another friend and neighbour so I ran over there (literally!), picked up her vehicle and raced home to pick up Jesse.
Was he ready?
Standing at the end of the driveway?
Champing at the bit to get to school?
Well. . .
He's fifteen.
Sigh. . .