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These sculptures were about trash in the ocean.

These zebras, so pretty strolling around in the shade.  Then the zebra proceeded to empty her bladder. It was like being right in my grandma and grandpa's barn.

Wow.

 Then a male zebra came over and minutely sniffed the urine.  This went on and on.  p.j. could not stop laughing. Then he situated himself and emptied his bladder right on top of her urine.

I looked at the lady next to me and she had the same incredulous look on her face as I had.  I laughed and said, "We could have stayed home and watched the dogs!"

She laughed and said, "Yah. Like every day I see this."

 Another sculpture. These were so beautiful. And we ate chicken nuggets and waffle fries and enjoyed the afternoon so much.

Love, Grandma

the paddleboat

 This past weekend it was brought to the shore and tossed into the lake.  The grandkids are at the perfect age for it.

 These two took it out for a ride. The usual dispute followed--who is actually pedaling and who is not. It's a tiny turning radius and quickly muscles start to burn.

So much love.

Love, Val

last week

 The sandbox was quite entertaining.

 Then we went to the lake.

Love, Val

a beautiful thursday in june

 Cloudy morning, listening to kids playing Legos downstairs--the story lines are fairly entertaining.

Sandwiches were made and we walked to the park for lunch.  We had the park to ourselves, as usual.  Where is everybody?  Not here, obviously.

 He posed for me because I love this funny t-shirt so much.

After a long time we walked back home again for more Legos and then when the naptime hit, Kari took them back home again.

Onward.

Friday awaits.

Love, Val

the last of the lake pics

Love, Val

more weekend pictures

 The man cooking breakfast--see above. Fried egg sandwiches with cheese, get them while you can.

 Our poor broken windshield on the boat a year later, after the storm where a tree fell on it a year ago-this is a long story including how we dropped the boat off at the dealer last September, along with a check for $2000 so they could get this storm damage repaired, cover the new windshield.

This spring they gave up and gave us back the boat, un-repaired.  And they kept $1700 of the $2000.

This story is not over.

 She walks. She can. She does, but only a few steps, and only when she wants to. That's okay. She's got a lifetime of walking all around ahead of her. No rush.

 Look at him go!

 Tubers!

 Here they come, back again:

Okay, good night.

Love, Val