This may seem like yet another Grammie post ...
but it's not. .
I just thought I would have you look as something sweet whilst . .
I do my cranky rant.
Who...tell me who. . . would have the nerve to steal our trailer puller truck. . .
while Kanneloni Macaroni was trying to be born.
In the middle of the night. .
while I slept very little but was obviously otherwise distracted .. .
someone. . dropped their cigarette butt on our driveway ..
and drove off towards the the hills north ..
tossed the grand carrier in the bushes ..
removed the after market wheels. . and new tires ..
and left it sit.
Our local RCMP officer called to say it had been found.
We haven't seen it yet. .
who knows. .
it's just a thing ..
and certainly not anything that matters most . .but annoying none the less.
Is it our fault that in all the excitement and hoopla of Kanneloni coming soon..
that we didn't lock and alarm the truck ..
like we do every other night?
Apparently there are mean people in our neck of the woods.
And while I am leaving you stunned by my less that cheery monologue. .
the last few days. . .
my computer or Internet service .. .or worse. . maybe both. .
keeps deciding from time to time . .to do the snail crawl.
My usual 15 minutes from picture gazing to pressing the publish post button. ..
became hours on Thursday.
Finally I gave in to posting just one picture . .
instead of the others that were equally important in my grammie mind.
That made me further cranky.
So .. .until I get things sorted out. . .
the publish button might not be pushed at all.
It may be no more than a few days. .
Having said all that. . .
I'm the most blessed woman in the world this week.
I feel terribly ashamed to be complaining when on the other hand I'm so thankful.
I hesitated to tell you the behind grievances I am having. .
but I want to be real with you. .
and I wanted to document the neighborhood thievery.
There are two things you don't take from a man ..
his truck. .and his tractor. .and since we've lived on this farm ..
they've driven off with both.
Oh. ..but now I am complaining again.
God is good .. .all the time.
He doesn't change one bit .. .
it's me .. who gets in a fuss about stuff.
The only thing in this whole post that matters most. . is the blueberry picker.
I think I'll go crochet around a burp bib.
Pink. . .of course.
Now. .I'm going to press the publish button. .
If you are reading this . . .
I have a smile on my face. .