Day One Hundred Seventeen

Looks Like A Tuesday

Grand kids Shelby and Elijah veg on a bowl of ice cream and kiddie TV after school this afternoon. Totally engrossed. I don't think they even realized I was taking their picture.

Shelby and friends at school have started a fashion design business. Shelby has been busy putting together her Winter Collection. Spring designs are on the way.

This is one of my faves. Wonder if I could get that in a Granny size?

Elijah and Grandpa Neil amused themselves by dropping five bouncy balls from the stairs then trying to catch them as they ricocheted off the walls.

If you look closely (and use a powerful magnifying glass), you can see the five balls dropping together. More fun than human beings should be allowed to have on any given Tuesday.

Day One Hundred Sixteen

Rainy Days And Mondays ... And Hostas

The rain was welcome, and Monday hasn't been such a bad day as Mondays go. The Hostas got a nice drink today and the rain beaded up on their pretty green leaves. I love these plants. You can never have too many Hostas in my opinion. Go Hostas!

Day One Hundred Fifteen

Sunday Funday

Buddy Cat got a back rub from Kelly while we sat out on the back porch this afternoon and enjoyed the beautiful blue sky and puffy clouds. Buddy loves it when Kelly comes to town because he loves it when she pets him.

A little smoothie/coffee talk at Poet's coffee house before Kelly headed back home. Neil and Kelly wanted to take those comfy chairs home with them, but Poet's probably would have frowned on that.

Have a great week, everyone!

Day One Hundred Fourteen

April Showers

The rainfall looks like white threads or scratches in this picture, but it's the best I could do without getting my camera wet. We are getting lots of much needed rain today, and thankfully no storms so far. It was a great afternoon for a nap! Happy Saturday, one and all!

Day One Hundred Thirteen

Roast

What do you get when you put together a fun family, a fire built inside an old oil drum cut in half, a bunch of long sticks whittled to a point and three bags of Jet Puffed Marshmallows? You get the Ranft/Kimbrough/Myers/Foy/Sissom Annual Marshmallow Roast (although we've come to call it many different things over the years, some of which no one else on the planet would understand besides said family members). This is the first roast we've had in about the last four years due to circumstances beyond our control--usually foul weather or family members unable to attend. When that happens, we just don't have it. We've also come to add hot dogs and S'mores to our menu. It's all good and it's great fun and once again the neighbors didn't call the police. Let's do it all over again next year, guys!