This morning my concrete finisher and I were having our morning coffee, farm fresh poached eggs on sprouted grain bread as we were watching the snow.
We were not amused.
I was planning on going in to town this morning to pick up some prints that I had ordered but now I'll wait until this unseasonal flurry passes.
The winter wheels have already been removed and my chrome wheels and salt/sand don't get long well.
Oh yes, about yesterday. My concrete finisher and I went to the kids arriving a few minutes past the beginning of the work day. We were to arrive at eight sharp, moments ahead of the concrete truck but we arrived to see the truck in place and our little farmhand with eyes wide open watching from the porch.
Last year we were invited to help with landscaping .. you might remember.
This year a set of stairs is needed from the back yard to the street.
Grammie was not amused by this. . . it gave me the eebie jeebies .. .
So, now after learning the sound a truck makes and practicing it every waking moment of his day .. . he knows what a big truck can haul.
Even when coaxed to turn to face me .. .he could not tear his eyes away from the big truck and the action in the back yard.
He cared not that he was still being kept warm in his baby blanket.
In his mind he was a big boy only being kept from helping by his mommy's safe arms.
Have a wonderful day my friends, I'm not posting pedometer results tomorrow ..
I've been terribly neglectful of keeping pedometer Pete by my side.