Cookies and Closets

Last week the weather cooled off a bit and I baked some deee-licious oatmeal chocolate chip cookies that were met with enthusiastic approval. Meanwhile, P was busy with some drywall in the main floor bathroom (ceiling and outside wall) and the first of the 2 new closets. Having only one working loo is somewhat difficult, even though two-thirds of us can pee outside. It still seems that someone is yelling "Get out of the bathroom!!" fairly frequently. Too much information? Sorry ...

Tornado in Goderich

Last week tragedy struck Ontario in the form of a tornado in the prettiest town in Ontario, which is where GT & Bop spend their summers. Thankfully, their home and property are undamaged, with the exception of a few hail marks on the hood of the car, which is amazing considering the remnants of the town just a kilometer south. The next days and weeks and months will be challenging for the town as they rebuild, and I have no doubt that it will always be the prettiest town in this province!

Into the Not-So-Silent Lake

Summer Vacay

We frolicked in the lake, ate s'mores till our bellies almost burst, swatted mosquitos, laughed our heads off, snoozed in the hammock(s), marvelled at how well all the kids got along together, read magazines at the beach, jumped off a cliff, jumped off a dock, jumped off P and B, sang beautifully, watched the full moon, almost got arrested, roasted octopus hotdogs, celebrated a 13th birthday, rode our mountain bikes, lazed in the rainy drizzle, played Headbanz, played UNO, played guitars, made awesome rocket ships, canoed zig-zaggedly, and had the best time ever!

Another Irresistible Joke

A three legged dog walks into a bar

and says to the bartender,

“I’m looking for the man who shot my pa.”

Rock & Roll and Freezies

A dirty, messy job that we've effectively avoided for far too long is the painting of the new upstairs doors. The door knobs can't be put on, even though they're ready in boxes on top of the bookshelves in the office, until the doors have been painted. Well, they could be but then you'd have to take the knobs off to paint them, adding yet one more step in the over-procrastinated process. Right now the doors are hung, but are knob-free; instead we're using an innovative approach of old socks tied through the knob-hole which serves the double purpose of enabling the door to remain closed on a windy night and to block the view from curious passers-by.

So, S is now the official door-painter in the basement, giving each door two thorough coats before P re-hangs them upstairs and brings down a few more. This assembly line is working pretty well. S's teenage biological clock gets going around mid-day and allows him to work all afternoon with just blaring rock-n-roll and freezies for sustenance.