Mow the lawn: the boys are always eager to help out

Now that snow is falling, the boys decide it is the perfect time to mow the lawn. We sure do appreciate their great willingness to help out around here.  

Text added at 3:59 PM. The Squarespace nightmare continues - day 49 and counting.

A few flakes fall and boys go wild

"It's Christmas!" Kalib looked shouted as he looked out the window. These boys then shot out the door and begin to frolic in the first measurable snow since September. Finally, a little snow! I sure hope it doesn't rain next!

That's a fish net Jobe's flying, by the way - for the bigger of my tropical fish. I don't know how he got it.

Text added at 2:17 PM. The Squarespace nightmare continues - day 29 and counting.

Saturday as it is, as I remember it, as I want it to be

It's Saturday. I feel lazy, like one ought to feel on Saturday. I want to treat this Saturday as I treated so many Saturdays when I was a child, as these two treat this Saturday right now. But I can't. I got a trip to make Monday and lots to do before I go. But I think I will be lazy and treat this Saturday as Saturday for another hour or two, anyway.

Text added at 11:29 AM. The Squarespace nightmare continues - day 49 and counting.

Peace and tranquility here, devastation and death there

As I eat oatmeal with the good black cat at my side: peace and tranquility here, horror and devastation there. The boys are creating great works of art depicting trains and mice. They are completely oblivious to the story playing on the news of the incredibly powerful typhoon that has smacked the Philippines with such destruction and death. 

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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.