Aidan was doing his homework this afternoon. He drew a grand piano and printed his spelling words on its raised top.

Later, at supper, he spelled all the words out loud for his dad while we dined on a ragout of spare parts from the weekend meals and frozen this and that. The afternoon snack granola bars that I made for the boys were gone but for two and a half of them while I was on the phone sorting out some detail. Aidan got out the tape measure so I could measure him. That food must be doing some good because he is now five feet one inch. He says, "And, I'm only ten years old!"

While there is plenty of music here, there are also breaks...such as, football...

I contemplated the pasture occupants...

Austen and T-Bone

Yesterday, was Sunday. I was disappointed to find out that the choir mentioned on Trinity UCC's web site actually doesn't exist anymore. Ah, too bad. I like it there, otherwise.

My clothing in folded piles in my bedroom still lacks a clothing wardrobe. Somehow, I can't make myself get one of those 500 lb. affairs of manufactured wood and laminate that comes in cardboard boxes that have to be carried upstairs by strong people. Then assembled. Aaaggghhh. Wendy and John just finished the doors on the IKEA one that is in Keoni's room after nearly a month of several work sessions. It looks handsome, but I'm afraid it will fall through the floor into the dining room.

I now own a sweater, corduroy pants, long sleeve shirts and wool socks. Who knew a year ago that would be a necessity?

Every day Toby increases his range a bit closer to the barn.