As we got to Spooner, Heidi texted that the lights were flickering and in a minute the power was out.
Well, there ya go.
That's our power pole. We saw it as we rounded the corner. Yeah, no way we're going to have any electricity today. We called and reported it. Later there was a text stating power had been restored.
It was dark in our cabin. Of course when the power is out, so is the water because we're on a well and the pump can't run.
The boat is insured. It can be fixed. An injured person, much worse problem.
Yesterday Jay and I went to Fleet Farm to get John a gift certificate, but first we looked around to see if there was anything silly and fun to put with it.
We found a decorative thermometer, and these lights. (I rejected the ones that were bullets or shells. No. Absolutely not. We are not decorating with ammunition.)
The littlest brother held out a slice of orange candy to his sister, "Eat it! It's delicious!" Made me laugh.
Here's the part about how a little bitty baby, born to a couple of clueless teenagers, grew up to be one of the dearest friends of our entire lives.
Nobody tells you this, so I'm telling you all now--chasing around breaking up fights, losing your own temper, folding a million socks, and trying to keep the bills paid, and the grass cut-- Little League, Sunday School, dentist appointments:
You are raising your best friends.
Silly little peanut, we sure loved you then. Sure do love you now.
With Great Grandpa John and Great Grandma Lydia:
Happy Birthday, Sweetheart.
With love forever and always, Mom and Dad and Everybody