Narnia at the Farm

Narnia at the Farm

Everybody look for the Lion…

 
I’m sleeping with the dogs at the farm for the next 10 nights, and keeping the home fires burning for my brother. He has run away to Hawaii, the shit.

After swearing at the coffee maker that I couldn’t get to “coffee” (again – this happened to me this past summer when I “farm-sat”, and this time, Aubrey showed me step-by-step what to do – nothin’. His coffee maker will not make me a single cup of coffee.), and swearing at the wood-pile that didn’t want to give up a few sticks of wood to get the fire going in the the airtight stove (at least I won that battle), I took the dogs out into a Winter Wonderland.

Kaylee was stunned, ecstatic, and overjoyed with the amount of snow at the farm. She plowed non-stop through snow up to her neck in places. Bert and Ernie caught a bit of her joy bug and romped around with her, when normally, they usually all kind of cut away in different directions during morning runs.

Aubrey also showed me how to get Netflix up and running on his bedroom TV yesterday, you know, so I could take my new “No Netflix” lifestyle and just pitch it out a window and get all addicted again on Night 1. “You don’t even need to sign in!” he exclaimed. “See? Just turn it on!”

“Sign in to your account.” Is actually what comes up on that screen when I turn it on.

Thanks, Aub. Either your instructions suck, or I have become Tech Stupid (and that’s very possible).

I did get this glorious photo, though – which is now a Christmas Card at Les Becker Designs (you should buy one to send to your Gramma).

And I got the fire going, Former Girl Guide that I am! The farmhouse had better still be standing when I get back out there tonight.

Sixteen Steps…

Sixteen Steps…

Leaving home in the dark through the back door is not as dangerous as it looks (if you count steps, anyway). And turn the torch app on…

A Long Time Coming…

A Long Time Coming…

Terry’s Anthurium

Terry’s Anthurium has bloomed for the first time since before he died. Kyla gave him this plant when she moved out a few years ago, and he doted on it like it was his child. I had been promising him that I would repot it for months before he got sick again, and I just never got around to it until he’d been gone for about a month.

It holds a place of honour in his old living room, where I can see it, and talk to it every day, and I hope to be able to do so for many years to come.