Wednesday, June 21, 2017

this week

 There were kids here. They drew maps.  We were entertained. One kid knows she lives in Blaine.  Another kid wrote Rodihstal.  He lives in Robbinsdale. We got this.

 Little Jay was here.  He is entertaining.

 We went to the little pool:

 We also went to the mall in Maple Grove for a free Teddy Bear Band occasion.

 Today, early in the tired morning, eating scrambled eggs.

Love, and nothing else.  Val

Sunday, June 18, 2017

fathers day

 There were little gifts in the morning after breakfast.
 Some goofing around in the yard, then tackled the tree that fell in the field, until Dan was knocked off the ladder and thank God does not seem to be particularly injured, a little dented, but nothing serious.

Kind of terrifying.  They were cautious, had a solid plan, but one little snag and look out--so grateful.

Tonight I went clicking around on this computer looking for some Dad pictures in honor of  our superb dads.   There were so many pictures of dads doing dad things, so grateful for fathers.

My dad with Dan and John in his lap:

Jay and Dan, 1982:

 My dad pitching over-ripe squash for my nephew Alex to bat:

My mom and her sister, Pat, with their father:
My mom's dad helping me lift half a watermelon:

 Jay's dad, and mother too:

Jay's mother's father playing cribbage with John:

 My great-grandparents and me:

 My dad and me:

 His dad, Pam in the red tights, and me:

 Pam and our dad:

 Dad with my little brother:

Joe and p.j.:
John, a few years back:

Happy Father's Day, you guys,

Love, Mom, aka Val, aka Grandma, And all the rest too

then the rainy evening

Love, Val

a sunny saturday in june

 The neighbor's little flowers, cute:

 The boat had minimal damage--the side window on the driver's side was bent and he removed it, and there were a couple big, but pretty superficial scratches.   We'll figure out the insurance and deal with it as we go--start with a call on Monday to find out their procedure.

Lunch was eaten at the beach--a beautiful afternoon   Love, Val