Mostly knitting.
Who can resist a beach full of rocks? No one with a heart of a boy.
Don't you buy two different types of chili for one meal? I do when I buy them at different times and can't remember which one I bought before. Beats me why I didn't buy two the first time. Maybe I was thinking we were empty nesters already. (Gasp! I don't think that day will come very soon. I'm not ready for it and neither are the kids).
This guy is not dead. He's just trying to fool you into thinking that way so he can get some peace and quiet. I'm sure that when George throws over some hay he'll quickly wake up. Actually, it looks like he's lying in some hay! Maybe he's had too much.
And you thought my son needed a haircut! I don't know much about horses but I'm pretty sure one of the signs of age is long hair (that and worn down teeth).
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"We plant the seeds that one day will grow. We water seeds already planted, knowing that they hold future promise. We lay foundations that will need further development ... We can not do everything, and there's a sense of liberation in realizing that."
Yep! I was able to get over the border in record time. Coming back was even better. Later I heard the traffic report that said there was a two hour wait going in to the States. So going bright and early is the key.
I got lost looking for the yarn shop and stop to chat with a local to get my bearings. He told me of some houses for sale there in the area. I might be tempted. It is so peaceful.
Blaine is such a quaint town. Just about all it has is a post office, pizza parlor , and an espresso stand or two. That's all I need. We've been tempted to move here but after checking out prices lately decided that where we are now is best. Property prices have skyrocketed here as everywhere else.
We worked till midnight Wednesday folding these pamphlets and still didn't get done. There is still as much and more to do besides stapling and folding. Once that's done they need to be cut to the proper size. Then there is the packing and shipping to do as well. And this is just one order. I wanted to go over the border early this AM as the line-ups are not as bad then. But obvioulsly not. Maybe tomorrow. If we go over the border to mail books the shipping is a lot cheaper since we can get a book rate. We didn't figure that out for a long time and ended up paying a lot more since we didn't know that USPS considers our pamphlets as books. Not until we read their brochure did we find out that a pamphlet to them was a one page folded "thing". Oh, well. We're not here to make money, I guess. (But we still have to eat.)
Thankfully, I don't do all this alone. I have lots of help. B does all the writing (!), stapling and cutting. I have help (LK, H, and HC-the one with the fat belly) with the endless folding. Usually, I end up doing all the packing and shipping myself although B drives me over the border and we make an afternoon of it. His reward is a pizza, of course. Mine? What else but a mocha? It's definitely worth it.
BTW, if you want to place an order, give me lots of time.
I never know what I'm going to find on the camera when I finally get it back from the girls. I had it in my purse at meeting last night and took it out to show Joyous the pic of a new born filly at LJ's barn and then never saw the camera again until I found it in my purse this AM. I really don't mind because the girls generally take pictures that I like and can actually use myself.
This was kind of a surprise. Usually you take this pose on the way to the hospital on the day of delivery. But then again, maybe it will be today because they sure look ripe, don't they? These young Mom and Mom-to-be, TR and HC, are actually due on the same day at the end of the month. It will be so much fun to have two more little ones running around.
Thought Granma would enjoy another pic of PC. He's being held by Bethany. 
Gran, Teege and Aunt Ruth. (Some day I'll get a better picture of Teege. He's very camera shy these days.)
The kids have re-discovered a new sport. They enjoy it so much that, like little kids, they'll even play in the house. LK didn't know I was outside shooting through the glass door from the porch.
I was cleaning up my yarn stash and came across these socks that I was using as a guide to make other pairs. H spotted them and immediately put them on. They're hers, you know. Her sense of fashion is usually much better than this. You can't tell by the pic but her t-shirt is purple. And she is an artist. She's allowed. Or exempt. Or something. Of course, I could just as easily have had purple socks in the basket, couldn't I have? Then again, these do go with the orange stripe after all.
Because I've been told I should change my name or else start blogging about knitting I thought I would rather do the latter. It's just that I didn't want to bore you with pics of yarn, knitting needles and finished projects. It's not as if I haven't been knitting.
I have and do every chance I get. As a matter of fact, H and I drove to the doctor's this AM and I brought along Jailgy's project (secret) First, I had to figure out where in the project I was and then realized all I had time to do was frog. Hmm. Progress is definitely slow on the home front. All the while wondering if she'll actually like "it". (If not, send "it" back, J!) I really had fun knitting this one. And after she receives the package I will post a pic. (Or let her post one). BTW this is not your project.
As you can see I knit at stop signs, stop lights and
even in line at Tim Horton's.
When I can get away with it I knit in front of the computer while working on e-bay stuff. (Our computer can be slow sometimes).
This is a scarf that I was experimenting on. The pattern is a chevron. I really like how the variagated yarn works with this pattern. I'm actually looking for a yarn that is almost solid in colour with just a little contrast color. Someday. I think it would make really pretty socks.
I was able to start the wallaby for Prince D and actually got quite far. It's only a two year old size and should go quickly. The "Mom" picked brown and since I thought plain brown was a little boring I picked this heathery one.
Last year we stopped for some ice cream here and I was able to resist. Even though I had my knitting on my lap that didn't stop me this year. If they had mint chocolate chip, count me in. And they did!
It's really not that complicated. All she's doing is trying to decide which kind of coffee she wants. I suppose she's use to just telling the cashier her choice and waiting for it at the other end. But this time she had to think. And read.
Lots of familiar faces and some not so familiar.
H chats it up with Brother K. He's probably encouraging her in some way to go on for the Lord.
I'm not bold enough to get pics of people that I've just met. That and the fact that the girls were using the camera most of the last day of the conference. I told these girls that I'm taking this pic for posterity's sake. Both their moms I've known for over 35 years. Some day they'll look back to this time and remember how much fun they had with their friends and what an encouragement they were.
We were at Brian and Yvonne's for dessert one night but when we got to the house we found the door lock broken. No problem. Jim always has the answer. Between him and Brian they fixed that lock good! Usually he has more peaceful solutions to problems. Like grilling hamburgers at three AM on the back porch the last night of conference. I'm sure they were tasty but I wouldn't want to be there.
I finally finished the wallaby for PC. It turned out like I like. If that makes sense. What I mean is that I like them substantial and not too flimsy yet not too stiff. This one worked out like that.
The ride home is monotonous with this kind of landscape. It's a good thing I was asleep most of the time through the praries because it's so boring. B loves it. He likes to look out and see land for miles on end. It's the flattest place on earth, I'm told.
We didn't think we would get to go to the Regina/Craven Conference in Saskatchewan but when LJ's boss called the day before we were to leave and said she could have the time off, we packed our bags.
It's really not half way across Canada but it sure feels like it. When you're sitting in the van for hours on end just inching across the map you realize just how vast Canada really is
The scenery through the mountains is phenomenal. No wonder many honeymooners make it their destination of choice. These pics were taken near Banff.
To get to Regina we took two days. The first day we drove like maniacs so that we would have an easier day the next day. Needless to say, the girls took advantage of it and had to stop at the mall to buy shoes. Now I know why they take so many pictures of feet...to show off their "Imelda" shoes!
Eating well is not at a premium. So snacking is the norm. It's a wonder that more of us don't get sick. Our diet is often atrocious on trips. Mostly to keep ourselves awake and entertained we fill up on Doritoes, red licorice and Red Bull. Me? I would rather have a Starbucks' Frappachinno but they are few and far between on the Trans-Canada Highway. We did manage to find one near the mall that we dropped off the girls. They were disappointed that they missed out on that but I suppose that the shoes made up for it!
And you thought you paid a lot for gas!? No, we did not buy it here. One look was enough to send us down the road. At this price you are paying close to CND$5.44 a gallon. Mind you, it was premium but don't you buy premium for mountain passes? The other gas station we visited really wasn't much better.
We happened to see two forest fires in the making. I don't know if we were suppose to report it or not but a little ways down the road and within sight of the smoke we saw a man weeding his garden. I guess he, of all people, would have reported it since it was so near his home. On the way back home we saw a full fledged fire burning the trees along the highway. I couldn't get a picture. (It was about hour 16). Later I saw signs that said to report forest fires but by then I suppose that they had been reported.
This is just an incidental picture that one of the girls took to prove to their dad that sitting in the back of the van was torture and that we needed new shocks. I would think that it would be kind of cushy back there. Oh, well, at least the ride was free.
