Happy To See Me

I was gone for a few days last week.

The day I was returning home my Granny said to me “Your girls will be happy to see you.”

“Oh,” said I, “they might be, but they will hide it very well.”

After being gone for almost three days I walked up to Jane while she was playing with her friend.  Jane’s friend happily called out, “Jane, your mom is here!” Jane glanced up and went back to playing without acknowledging my presence.

I didn’t see Ivy and Clara until the next morning. Ivy gave me a nice hug, told me she was ready for school and could she please now use the tablet that had accompanied me on my trip.

My reunion with Clara was not so much a reuniting but more of a spectacle as I watched her come into the room and flop face first into the couch while crying and yelling at everyone to go away. Clara and I are not morning people, I felt her pain.

At least John was very happy to see me. He said many adoring husband things and listened to my stories and held me close and then said. “I’m officially abdicating the running of the household, you’re in charge again.”

I’m not upset by these reactions, quite the opposite, I’m very happy to be able to leave my family without a soul crushing, guilt inducing, flood of tears. In fact, I’m happily leaving on vacation again this week, for much longer this time and it’s good to know they will all be just fine without me!

 

Crossword puzzle time

Mom read the clues and wrote the answers. 

Granny supplied 90% of all the answers and 100% of the spelling. 

I supplied 10% of the answers 100% of which were doubted by my mom. 

Gramps supplied us with half an answer.

It took half the day to finish the puzzle. 

It’s highly probably Granny would have been done in half the time without all of our “help”.

Logic? But… Ducklings!!!

There are a slew of logical reasons why having animals is a pain in the behind and no sane person should ever want to keep a menagerie like we have.

But yesterday I got to wake Clara and Jane up by introducing them to a baby duck that hatched overnight.

And then today, my birthday, another hatched.

Logic and sanity be dammed…

…raising animals is the best!

 

 

Courageous Cain by D.J. Davis

I read this book and I was torn.

The romantic in me loved the sweetly developing romance.
The dog lover in me wants to be the main character.
The mystery lover in me loved watching the plot unfurl.
And the scaredy-cat in me is afraid I’m going to have nightmares for months…

…but I think it’ll be worth it!

Would I recommend it? No really, I started reading this one, decided it would scare me too much, stopped and then finished it almost a year later. It is good…in a serial killer sort of way…

Z is for… Zip Tie

I’m fairly convinced that most projects can be accomplished with nothing but the cunning use of zip ties.

This line of zip ties is, cunningly, attaching panels of light weight, small holed fencing over the top of the hog panels that my dad used to make my new, fantastic mobile duck and goose house.

The double layer of wire will be strong and has small enough openings to keep, as my husband calls them, rotten ____ ____ ____ raccoons, from getting in. (Fill in the blanks as you please, but if it’s a word that’s complimentary or something you could say in front of a 3-year old, it’s probably not the word that goes there.)

Just a few more finishing touches (insulation and a tarp over the top) and we will be ready to move the birds in!

 

…And this completes my month of photo blogging through the alphabet!