Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Somewhere Over The Rainbow

Okay. I admit it. Fatherhood is great. And I think Mickey is the most beautiful, smartest, funniest kid around. I also think he can be the biggest pill .. to put it mildly .. but if he weren't a pill at all, the good stuff wouldn't seem as good, and it all would be rather boring, now wouldn't it? Yes it would. And yes, they grow up so fast. And so many great things are tiny little fleeting things that when you experience them you say to yourself "I have to remember this" or "I should write this down," and then you don't. Then you forget it. And then they're graduating from college and getting married and moving across the country and you never see them again, but I digress. Tonight, I am writing down one of those fleeting and, to use an overused word, precious moments. I just had to share.

Mickey's mid-year reading assessment came home and he is flying high above where he should be. Yeah! We played ball outside for a long time, and that was fun. We came inside and he let me take a nap upstairs. Thank you. Papa came home and horsed around with Mick while I fixed dinner. He ate a good dinner and then headed upstairs for bath time. All in all, it's been one of those "God's in his heaven and everything's right with the world" kind of afternoons and evenings. After I finished the dinner dishes I headed upstairs to check all my "job" websites and on my way to the computer I tip toed into Mick's room to see if he was asleep. He was. And there was music playing. And it was exactly one of those moments that made me know that life is good, and that I want to hold onto for a very long time.


Monday, March 2, 2009

Winter Freakin' Wonderland

About a week and a half or so ago, it snowed . . .



And then we had a few days in the 40s, and I think one in the 50s, and we had some periods of rain and most of the above snow got washed away. All the snow covering the north yard was gone, and all that remained were naked piles of dirt and stone. Finally, my excavator would be able to see what he was doing and get all the dirt spread out and readied for seed come whatever month you can scatter grass seed here in the mountains. Alas, such was not to be. Another storm came in last night and dumped vast amounts of snow on the area. This morning I received the picture below from Janice Boults, one of the former owners of the house. She lives down the road a piece and it looks like she got 8 inches on top of her well.


















I didn't trek out with a measuring tape, but it looks like we got at least that in our yard. Does anyone still wear a hat? Yes, Miss Stritch, our barbecue does.














And although I am over all the fluffy stuff for this year, Misty still gets frisky when given the opportunity to do a bit of frolicking .


















But then the wind kicks up . . .














. . . and she turns her thoughts toward heading back to the front porch.