Sunday, June 30, 2013
These are pictures of a man who was so over-the-moon happy to be a grandpa--absolute glee. He jumped into the role without hesitation of any kind.
We are lucky for your self-discipline and persistence, your generosity, and your complete devotion to this entire family.
On this amazing milestone birthday? Happy Birthday DAD. We do all love you so. love, Val and Jay and everybody
Thursday, June 27, 2013
They were without electricity for many days after the storms came through, but the power came back on Tuesday night, so everything was back to normal. (Yeah, there was a feast.)
This little girl fell asleep on the way to the party. Too much swimming in the hot sun wore her out.
Oh, this is a good story.
Our kitchen dryer is not working and this is a huge pain in the rear. I have to call tomorrow and get a repair scheduled.
So we are ALL trying to do laundry, operating off ONE lone dryer.
I got so mad about my bumped load of laundry this morning that I called him to the basement to chew him out. Half dry towels shoved back in the hamper they came from???
Do you have a death wish?
MY load is sitting to the side soaking wet? BUMPED?
Whee. I did calm down. The world didn't end. Jay was sorry, and moving on from that problem now.
I understand completely.
This picture was taken over 25 years ago. (I remember the heat, and the storms, and that rickety little outhouse, and also the funny parts--the fireworks show? Heidi in pink overalls? That mouse stealing George's dog food, bit by bit?) You? Still you, not always this overheated.
We are ridiculously lucky people.
These are pictures from the back yard.
He said nothing, just grinned.
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
I read her book while sprawled on various lawn chairs in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, in December a couple years ago.
That's a good place for the contemplation of happiness.
Anyway, when I first discovered The Happiness Project, we were in the free fall of the construction industry, and when that's your livelihood, it's hard to contemplate happiness when financial survival is your main agenda.
But when survival is no longer the main issue, then panic subsides and happiness has a place again.
This past weekend, I was thinking about my life as I was working and grabbed a post it note and all at once these four things were written down:
Is that the path to happiness for me?
I think it might be, since a lack of all those things makes me extremely unhappy.
So Monday morning, I dragged myself out of my gorgeous, comfortable bed after Curious George was over. (Heidi has said Curious George is like crack to p.j. That's a total exaggeration, but she does love him. Today's episode was about plumbing and the kids found that hilarious. "He should not touch the plumbing! He's a monkey!")
Little Jay was entirely consumed by George Curious too when he was small.
And I put on clothes and doused myself head to foot with bug spray and found a pair of gloves and headed out to this hell-hole. Who EVER thought perennials would be a good idea, anyway? But productive and disciplined were on the list, so get going.
An old contractor we love generously brought us a load of black dirt for our garden a couple years ago.
This picture looks good, but tonight I bought fresh mulch, ten bags, and spread it all around the garden. I'll take a picture tomorrow. It looks even better.
This morning Kari (aka Lydia Karina) had her archery class:
The drive back home along the Mississippi River--gorgeous in the morning sun. The river is only a mile from our house, and a mile from the city, and I'd like to see it someday as it heads south from here.
After lunch I took files to the office and then we went to to the LITTLE POOL.
This year Erica is gone and these new high school girls told us that because some people had left a crumb mess, no snacks in the pool area--only in the grass outside.
I can live with this, but there were some other mothers with younger babies who were pretty annoyed.
I even said, "It's a world run by 18 year olds. What do they do all afternoon? Sit on a bench and count people? Like it would kill them to take a bucket and rinse goldfish cracker crumbs off the cement at the end of the day?"
July approaches very near. Glad June made it after all. love, Val
Sunday, June 23, 2013
See the water gushing from cracks in the pavement?
This next photo is not one of Dan's pictures. This was taken by my friend Ann, mother of James' buddy, a guy upstairs at my house tonight.
All that water was washing out underneath the pavement. Thank goodness nobody was hurt.