Day Nineteen

If Looks Could Kill ...

If looks could kill, I'd be lying on the floor, clutching my camera. Grand son Elijah and I were playing upstairs this afternoon, and I was taking his picture. After about the umpteenth click of my camera, he ordered me in no uncertain terms and with this look on his face to: "Stop taking my picture!" I told him okay. (For now.)

Day Eighteen

A Little Levity ...

This picture cracks me up. The bird is poised in midair, as though he's not even flapping his wings. Like Houdini. It's magic!

Day Seventeen

Jack Is Back!

'24' is the fastest hour on television. And one of the best dramas ever conceived. Can you tell I'm a fan? Jack is back!

Day Sixteen

Wood Pile Blues

Little by little, hubby Neil is starting to make a dent in our pile of wood for the wood stove. The wood cutters dumped six ricks of wood in our yard sometime before Christmas. Trouble is--the wood shed is on the other side of the yard. The wood cutter guys' truck was too high to drive it under this big, low hanging Mulberry tree limb. So Neil loads up his wheelbarrow, carts the wood over to the wood shed, stacks it, then starts all over again. He just might have it done by Spring.

Day Fifteen

"Ices"

We've been into the chest of board games upstairs lately. Elijah discovered the Yahtzee dice and has been intrigued with them ever since. He's lost them; I've found them; he's rolled them and thrown them down the stairs and put them inside whatever container he can find. He calls them "ices" (eye-sees). "Granny, I don't have any ices at my house," he told me today, which usually means he intends to take them home with him at the end of the day. But he forgot about them. They're back inside the Yahtzee box to play with another day.