Hello Folks!

Greetings from the Spring that was, just yesterday, as a matter of fact. I suppose we got too cocky with the warmer temps, turned off the heat and that is just what caused this cool front. Well, don’t worry, I turned our heat back on this afternoon, so spring will be returning soon.

Minnesota logic.

I can see the magnolia blossoms while sitting in my chair in the living room. And when the window was open, I could smell them, too. Lovely, heavy sweetness. I can still smell them when the windows are closed, I just need to go outside and stick my nose in a few blossoms.

Minnesota chic.  If the aroma doesn’t come to the nose, the nose must go to the mountain, uh, aroma.

I have included some pics taken on the IPad. I still haven’t figured out how to get the pics from my camera here. For those of you who think of offering to show me how the cloud operates, don’t bother. We have a separate cloud. Why? Because we have the hubster.

I suppose I could call it the damn cloud. . .

Anyway here he is hard at work on the new mailbox.  Yes, working in the damn garage is one of his favorite things to do. And yes, that is a 6″X6″ post he’s using for the base of the mailbox. And yes, he has carved the top of the mailbox post. No detail left undone.

For those of you who are wondering, there WILL be a place for the Brooklyn Park Post on this mailbox. Whether or not we have to pay for it now is still up for discussion.

Here’s the backstory: Many many years ago the hubster decided that he didn’t like the green tube for the delivery of the Brooklyn Park Post that the Brooklyn Park Post delivery guy screwed onto his then new mailbox post. He unilaterally decided that he would remove it.

Keep in mind that he never read that paper. I was the one who read it.

The next week the guy who came to deliver it stopped, took a new one out of his trunk along with a cordless drill, and attached a new tube. The next day the hubster removed it.

Next week, the same thing happened and we received yet another tube.

Well, the hubster doesn’t do anything small. (i.e. the damn garage, the damn patio, the damn shed, the damn cloud)  He proceeds to melt the plastic tube with a propane torch. And, being the hubster, he doesn’t just melt it, he melts it so it drips all the way to the grass.

And he leaves it there.

The following week, the delivery guy drives up, gets out of his car, opens his trunk, picks up the plastic tube, looks back at the melted mess still attached to the mailbox post, thinks better of it, puts the tube back, closes the trunk and drives away.

And that, my friends is why we don’t get the Brooklyn Park Post.

Sigh.

But there will be a nook for the BPP on the newest mailbox. I just hope that 1) our name isn’t on a list somewhere that says “Charge them if they want to renew!” and 2) that there won’t be some guy driving around with green plastic tubes and a cordless drill in his trunk, looking forward to screwing one to the virgin mailbox.

Stay tuned.

This is a pic of Katya, just to prove that we have this cat. She hides whenever we have anyone over, with the exception of the hubster’s dad. They got along great and she was climbing all over his lap.

There’s no explaining cat behavior most of the time . . .

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HWIT HERE! I was mending the fancy sheets we keep on the guest bed when I felt like taking a nap. I finished the mending on the sewing machine, then laid down with my book about the baker. Honest to Pete, in a few pages, she was mending on her sewing machine, too!!!!!  She has never done this before and I’m 70% done with the second book! How Weird Is That?????

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On this day 32 years ago I was at Lee Wards Crafts in Fridley with the nineteen month old picking out the embroidery floss for the counted cross stitch project with her birth info on it. I was changing the pattern to include a girl in blue jeans overalls with white blonde braids instead of a girl in a dress because I felt that was more like her.  I chose Ecru floss because it was closest to her hair color then. So, I was combining parts of the boy project with the the girl project. It took a long time to figure it out. I was on my feet a long time.
I picked up a take and bake pizza on the way home for dinner. And as I brought the pizza out of the oven and turned to put it on the table, my water broke. Dang. I was soooo hungry.
It took a few hours for labor pains to get closer and then we called our good friends to bring their daughter over to babysit when we went to the hospital.
It was close to midnight when we were driving up Central to Unity. I was worried about being charged for another day. When we arrived at the hospital, there was a long walk to the admitting desk. I had to stop halfway for a contraction. And when I got to the desk, the woman who had been watching my progress across the floor actually asked, ” What can I help you with?”
” Umm, I’m having a baby?”

We were in a birthing suite soon after.
I do remember the nurse telling me to be more quiet because of the other mothers on the floor. I guess I was moaning too loudly. Labor was hard. I remember thinking that I didn’t think I could push another time, but my doc who came and massaged my back, said ,” One more big push,” and he was right.
After four hours, our son was born. I still remember the smile on the hubster’s face under his mask as he said, “It’s a boy!”
He was born on Good Friday and we went home on Easter. We stopped to pick up a small ham from a store on Central. The short parking lot had a rise in it and sure enough, the car starts to roll backward after the hubster goes into the store.  I remember the panic, but can’t remember  if I stepped on the brake or pulled the emergency.
My wonderful sister drove down from ND on Friday, stayed in RW with our parents, stopped again on Saturday on the way back, and returned to pack and hide Easter eggs for her own kids that night.
I remember missing our daughter something terrible while in the hospital.

And that’s what I was doing 32 years ago.  Giving birth to the most wonderful son a family could ask for! Fabulous tuba player, terrific music teacher, sought after low brass instructor, great friend and husband, we are so proud of him! His smile lights up the room and his laughter is contagious. Happiest of Happy Birthdays, Michael!!!

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And, last but not least, cake or pie? Which did Red Riding Hood carry in her basket to grandmother’s house?  It was a trivia question last week. Evidently people are split on the cake or pie issue, but one or the other was in the basket, along with a bottle of wine.

What??? Red was bringing Granny a bottle of wine???

Yes, according to the triviamaster. Hmmmmmm . . . I suppose then that I need to be asking Red or White?!

With that I will sign off for tonight.

Have a wonderfully wacky Wednesday! And I hope one of your grand children skips by with a pie (or cake) and a bottle of wine sometime soon!

Love,

Janet