Beneath the not quite half-moon: crazy conversation and good ice cream

There was some crazy conversation between Eagle River and Wasilla. I'm not going to try to recount it all, but part of it went like this: Jobe: "I'm Kalib!" Kalib: "I'm Jobe!" Jobe: "There's lots of Jobes." Kalib: "There's lots and lots of Kalibs!"

The moon was out, building to half but not quite there yet. "The moon will be full when we get to grandma's house," Kalib said. Jobe repeated this and then Kalib repeated it again and then Jobe repeated it again…

We stopped at Dairy Queen for ice cream and pulled out of the drive-through into the parking lot. There, Kalib licked his ice cream cone beneath the not quite half moon.

Text added at 8:46 PM. The Squarespace nightmare continues - day 48 and counting.

Jobe showed up a little bit ago to pick up his little brother

Jobe showed up a little bit ago to pick up his little brother and take him home. Kalib was going to come, but he wasn't feeling so good. Jobe brought his dad along to do the driving. They were going to take Margie back with them, but she wants to spend one more night at home. I made chocolate ice cream cones for everybody.

Text added at 7:57 PM. The Squarespace nightmare continues - day 45 and counting.

I sure hope I can find another one...

And guess what? When Jobe left he left with my Dusty. And an ice cream cone. I had given my Dusty to him – his grandma gave him the ice cream cone. He insisted she scrape the nuts off of it.

Goofy, two boys and ice cream

Two more boys have joined us for the night… They eat ice cream and watch Goofy on TV.