We decided to move my very heavy sun cot from its resting place beneath my window, close against the wall so it's protected from the rain by the very wide overhang going all the way around the building. Jack and CeCe mostly moved it onto the grass by themselves, Jack is very powerful, very strong little man. Then when we moved it back, Linda wanted a shot of all of us sitting on the cot, so that's what you see in Picture No. 4. See the bed of rocks the cot is resting on? Each kid got to check them over and pick out a rock to take with them for a pet. CeCe found a really interesting one shaped like a whelk shell, very unusual. And Jack found a shiny one, chock full of tiny diamonds. Ady searched and searched until she found one that looked like it wanted to be a pet rock.
When we came back into the lodge after the picnic, we did the official building tour, and discovered the best play toy, ever! a pool table complete with colorful balls (no cues, thank you very much for hiding them, guys).....but it didn't matter, they could've used up the better part of a half hour shooting those balls into the little pockets, that was such fun! But it was coming onto 12 noon, and Great-Granny's lunch was calling, so Linda rounded them up for loading and back home to Raymond and the swimming pool ! Maybe Linda will tell y'all about that, and the camping trip to Writing-on-Stone provincial park. What a wonderful grandma she is, her grandchildren LOVE visiting her house.
OOPS! A TYPO on line three of this post just brought to my attention by Debbie....it reads "Linda brought Amy, CeCe and Jack over to check out Great Granny and Diamond Willow Lodge".....of course, it should read "Linda brought ADY, CeCe and Jack etcetc".....sorry about that, readers. Nothing's changed, I still make typing errors after sixty-some years of typing. Thanks, Deb, good eye, there!
ReplyDeletemore likely there's too many names to remember to keep it all, je ne-c'est pas, parfait, qu'est-ce que c'est? (Thank Canada for my horrid high school french).
ReplyDeleteyou or dad showed me that grass whistle thingy, it was almost as NOT interesting as the whittling demonstration. KIDDING.
so where's the text for the other five pictures lying here on my desktop?
I am very good at grass whistling too, Lee on the other hand definetely needs lessons
ReplyDeleteNeedless to say, Kristy, I am much more able than yourself to teach Leland this ancient and dying art. In fact, one might even say I have my PhD in grass whistling, and am fully qualified to teach all three levels, Grass Whistling I, Advanced Grass Whistling II, and Super Advanced Grass Whistling III. And of course, the locale here in Magrath is much superior to your back yard, since rare native grasses are available on my hillside, and all you have to work with is the quack grass along the edge of your lawn. Now, since the classes are filling rapidly, make sure Leland knows how to read the course manual....I can leave this task to you, right? since I know you are "par excellence" at reading manuals. Some of the concepts outlined in the manual, (and indeed some of the words) may be a bit steep for Leland, so please do see that he has access to a good dictionary, either Websters or Oxford will do. You might also remind him of the incentive program associated with attaining the top degree in Grass Whistling III, that of a pocketful of Skittles (Smarties may be substituted if the extra stimulation is needed). Thank you for your attention and looking forward to receiving Leland's application for enrollment in this course. He (and yourself) will never regret this magnificent opportunity to advance his education:)
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