I believe I may owe Sault Ste. Marie an apology… I’ve concluded that we are still experiencing winter in April because Kaylee loves snow more than just about anything else. I should never have allowed her to watch “The Secret” (and since she’s obviously running the Universe now, I wish she loved money this much).
“Look what I can do!”
I don’t know what was going on today with the dogs, but they were all acting weird. I couldn’t get a shot of all of them being weird at the same tim, but I did manage to snap this one of Kaylee attempting to fly, with Ernie looking on, quite intrigued, by the look of his face.
The dog was in stealth mode at the park today. There is a very thin, but incredibly hard, crust on top of the snow left in the field, and when we were walking along on top of it, we heard a very quiet, “ShaaaaaWIIIIIIISH!” as all the soft snow under the crisp top layer fell away in sections moving away from us.
It really messed with the dog (kinda messed with me, too, until I figured out what the noise was from).
Kaylee seemed to think there was a something running around under the snow, and she spent a lot of time sniffing around looking for it.
I think she was hoping for a squirrel…
All the sniffing brought no answers for her though. If this winter doesn’t end soon, she may never see another squirrel.
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.
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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…