Thursday, October 19, 2017
The drive up was spectacular too. As we made our way through the St. Croix River Valley I commented to Kari what a spectacular sight it was in the afternoon sun. The sky was bright blue, the river dark indigo, and the trees all golden, orange, and red.
Here's our next door swamp, where all the peepers create racket in spring, now quiet.
I miss my real dog.
I've felt this feeling before, when Jenny and Maria died in that fire when we boarded them at the kennel, back some 25 years ago. Spooner was a first rate dog, but that summer he was an asshole, sorry to say, damned fool puppy.
I had a broken wrist and morning sickness, and I missed my real dogs so much.
It's Little Jay's boat. And it is doggone sunk.
We'll bail it out and raise it up and at some point it'll be stored upside down back in the field.
Again, a problem for tomorrow.
Get it away from all things you could roll off of and hit your damned heads.
Sweet Jesus, I have no idea.
Kari ventured, "Yeah, it's so hard to discern the emotions of a beetle."
They seem to be huddling for warmth or community, but I still hate them crawling into the corners of our ceilings, blech.
Part of the problem is that our version of the game is becoming dated. The pop culture references require a memory some of these kids don't have. Like I hope their social studies classes have informed them of the difference between the Revolutionary War and the Civil War.
John Lennon is different from John Philip Souza. That's the main problem with our old Family Feud game--all 90s cultural references. The little kids are so lost.
Wednesday, October 18, 2017
Sounded great to me.
It was a beautiful park, lots of fun, kids ate lunch, it was great.
They wanted to play video games, but I urged them to wait until Uncle Tim got home, which they agreed to.
It was a great, warm, sunny day, full of kids in a good mood.
So much love, Mom, aka Grandma
Tuesday, October 17, 2017
It was a lovely occasion. These two are so sweet.
The dinner was delicious, an Italian buffet.
To Kirsten's surprise, p.j. rejected my offers to style her hair. She wanted KIRSTEN to do it apparently. Yeah, fit that in.
They did. It was all good.
Late in the night we encountered this year old Elin puppy who'd been in the kennel for nine hours. She gets destructive when she's bored, chews, so leaving her loose in the house at this point in her life is a bad idea.
But she was lively. In my arms is her head upside down, photo of her chin, kicking wild.
It was a lovely wedding weekend, and my sweet Betsy, all our best wishes to you and Jake and your beautiful child.
Nothing but love,
Val and Jay and Everybody