Saturday, November 26, 2016


Living dangerously.

The tree is up and decorated:

Jay's mom gave me that little ceramic tree from her house:

Put the candlestick lights in all the windows, and Jay got the lights on the pine tree out front working again.

It's strangely warm though, like an October day, not approaching December.  It's fine. We'll take it.

Onward.   love, Val

Thursday, November 24, 2016

thanksgiving, 2016

 It was a lovely long day, is not even over indeed yet, with a grandchild on her grandpa's pillow now.

 This is a bouquet Kirsten sent to Maria, prettiest bouquet on the table:

 More flowers.  I do love fresh flowers.

 Maria made this out of printer paper. Wow.

 A poo-tell:
 And the feasting begins. We did pause to say grace, but after that, all bets were off.

Aggressive eaters:

 That big red pillow under her granpa's head? She snatched it from another who was using it.

 She's checking out Rudolph.

 Don't take pictures of me, NOOOOOO

 Okay then, fine.

Santa is back again, ready to say hi.

 John and his baby:
 Joe and his baby:
 The little Santa on the flat roof:

 Loving Maria's guinea pigs, Dash and Bolt:

 Kids + Guinea Pigs = Good Combination

 Our little Santa on the flat roof:

 And Auntie and a Niece watching Matilda:

And that's the fine end of a fine Thanksgiving.

Best wishes to us all.

Love, Val

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

thanksgiving eve, 2016

 The floors are vacuumed, the tables are set.

 Flowers, beautiful flowers are on the tables.

 This is spectacular creation made out of computer paper.  Wow.

Who knew?
 And our tiny poo-tell has had a bath:

Onward to tomorrow.

Nothing but love, Val

Tuesday, November 22, 2016


John and his kid at the school Thanksgiving party.


Love Mom, aka Grandma

Monday, November 21, 2016

heading north

 We went to Jay's parents for the day.  It's turned to winter in the hours we drove north.

 Winter is pretty.  I like looking at winter.

 Being in it?

Yeah, well.

This was quickly corrected with a shovel and some sand.

 As was this:

 Moving to an alternate entrance due to the hazard of this one:

Mom and Dad, many thanks for having us on this winter day.

Love, Jay, Val and Everybody