“Hi, Nana!”
I know it’s cliche but …
My goodness, how they’ve grown!
(8, 13 and 13, 14)
Fall sports were just starting up and Mason had football practice. First year for wearing protective equipment, but it’s still touch football, not tackle. Whew, glad of that!
Minnesota Twins played the Texas Rangers.
Grown-ups only. It felt very strange to leave the boys home without a sitter.
Our seats were right behind home plate and the ball was coming at us at up to 103 mph! How does a batter ever hit that?!!
Nail biter until the very end and the TWINS WON!
I did not recognize one player left from my days of being a Twins fan.
We’re a family who loves puzzles.
This Star Wars challenger has 2000 pieces!
Mason’s really good at puzzles but doesn’t have the attention span of the big boys.
Never at a loss for things to do however!
(Or maybe he thought this was a better vantage point for finding that certain piece?)
Chillin’ with the grand dogs, Annabelle (right), a Texas kill shelter rescue, and Nettie (left), a retired show dog. They are both so sweet, and the best cuddlers.
Lots of ball games — basketball, whiffle ball, football — to use up that boy energy.
The big Minneapolis farmers market with real farm-to-table prices and So Much Stuff! How do you even choose?
Sarah still has her Mexican taste buds and bought a bowl of each of these kind of peppers.
She snacks on them like carrot sticks!
“Surprise” birthday party for Anna
My beloved daughters, Anna and Sarah
And the final evening, a bonfire with marshmallows, singing, and dancing around the fire. Until the mosquitoes chased us inside. Not a Minnesota summer evening without some of those!
So hard to watch them drive away at the airport!
So thankful to have this time together!
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I want to say a few words about my last post, the one about the neighborhood man who feeds the feral cats. First, I am aware that cats kill birds and other small animals and that pet cats should be kept indoors. The cats I have owned have all been indoor cats for that reason, and if I get another cat, she will be an indoor cat, too.
There is a cat problem in the small Southern town I live in. Traditionally, cats here are outdoor pets. Although there are no-cost spay clinics and individuals who attempt to trap the many cats that live around the fishing and boat docks, it’s a drop in the bucket. There are so many stray cats that the local animal shelter provides outdoor shelters, food, and neutering for hundreds that come and go near their facility.
And finally, the man who feeds these cats in my neighborhood is old, poor, in terrible health, and alone. Feeding these 15 or so cats brings him some happiness and a feeling that he is doing a kindness to God’s creatures. Who am I to judge? He has lived here all his life; I have lived here six years.
