Rose always knew her boy was capable of that sort of thing. Well, he's just grown up is all--able to accomplish a lot more now. It's beginning with yesterday's grocery trip...somehow G picks up random unmarked produce items like dried chilies and serrano peppers that it takes the cashier minutes to identify. Meanwhile, he moves from the bagging area to look over her shoulder and try to help. Then the frozen turkey comes up unmarked and has to be weighed and keyed in. He attempts to do a little assistance there too, all of which takes place at the cashier lady's right shoulder. At least he forgot to check for bullets in the sporting goods department, which was his reason for going shopping in the first place. Don't worry, he's far from depressed, just did a little shooting in the back forty over the weekend and needed to replenish supplies.
Eddie turned two on Thursday, and Woody turns five today. Told Hayley we could celebrate their birthdays together, and she said, no, Eddie hates to share the limelight. However, as you can see, his b-day was not very exciting. In fact, Hayley deserted him Thursday night to go out with friends. Just wait till he turns twenty....
Also to the left is Harold, pictured with the watering can. Now that it's Memorial Day, we folks at 8200 feet are able to plant, or so goes the traditional wisdom. The 10-day forecast is for highs in the 50's and lows in the 30's, so I'm not sure I'm willing to put my little seedlings out yet. They've been coddled since March, with me acting as butler carrying their trays out to the sunshine on nice days and not forgetting even once to bring them in for the night. I'm sure there's a hailstorm waiting to happen. After all, Mr. Bear has not abided by the rules of the almanac. He climbs into the dumpster of manure to search for anything edible and even resurfaces with stuff like Q-tips and dental floss. All the really good stuff's in the garage till pick up day, but I guess he feels the need to clean up after eating the neighbor's garbage. The garbage man ran into me last week while I was carting stuff out in the Mini (garbage on the roof too) in my pj's, and he reported that our twice-monthly pick up neighbors to the west had their metal topped dumpters ravaged by Mr. Bear. Don't you wish you lived around here?
Hayley is sleeping in after a late night at Mimi's. She likes to say as she leaves the house, "I have to go to work, you know I'm the only one working around here." She kinda has G's sense of humor.
Oh, yes, that painting to the right? The one that's upside down in the dining room? Notice Toby still has nothing in his gaping mouth. Painting was put on hold a few weeks ago, but I do hope to get back into it soon. Meanwhile, Mom's producing one canvas after another in her condo kitchen. Lordy, she's having a ball!
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