There is another snow storm followed by ice rain headed our way; supposed to start later today, in fact. My HABS team is playing tonight, and with only satellite reception out here, I’m keeping my fingers crossed that we’ll be able to see the game.
Karen’s two month stay with her son involved watching Toronto Raptors’ basketball. Her enthusiasm for the sport rubbed off on me, as mine for hockey did on her, so now we usually are watching one or the other every night. The mouthy bird couldn’t be more pleased; she gets to hear plenty of cheering and/or swearing on a daily basis. The beasts take all the hollering in stride. Once upon a time (was much younger then) I would jump up and dance when we scored, and the dogs living here then would join me. Pretty much the only movement I do now is working my jaw, so the present three occasionally lift their heads if I’m too loud, or totally ignore it otherwise.
My boys showed up on Sunday, but unfortunately not at the same time. The youngest removed the snow from the garage doors while we chatted with my lovely DIL and the 2nd Rugrat, then they needed to get back home. They adopted a young stray rescue pup a few weeks ago and are like new parents – it’s so cute – and another lost animal has found a home. Love it!!
My oldest son and Little Flea arrived later for Sunday supper. It’s March break this week, and he booked vacation to spend it with his daughter. They have activities planned for each day. This coming Sunday is his wife’s birthday and finally, the first time since Covid, the whole family will be here to celebrate together. Karen’s homemade pizzas are to die for, and that will be on the menu with home fries, and cake of course, enjoyed with much love and laughter – a given when those kids are together.
Some here in Blogit may remember ‘My Lady’s Story’ that I posted a couple of years ago? I have brought it out, dusted it off and am working on it again. I’m also attempting to continue ‘Letters to a Wayward Brother’, posted under Stories from the Bush in Quebec. It’s disturbing how difficult it is to get back into decent writing when we haven’t done it for a while, or is that just me? The imagination is working fine, but to transfer it to paper in a legible and interesting read is another thing altogether. I won’t even mention editing that follows. UGH!
That’s it for today, folks. I have some major housecleaning to do before the gang shows up this weekend, so will reluctantly get to it. The snow is already falling, and that could mean loss of electricity before the day is out, and vacuum cleaners won’t run on hope alone, nor does the pump work for water. It is a terrific excuse if the job doesn’t get done though, and that makes me SMILE!
Sharing it with you as usual; hope it arrives under clear blue skies and sunshine!
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