Sunday, August 01, 2010


Parades, Peppers and Pussycats





Last Staurday I took the kids to participate in the annual Pioneer Day parade. We sat in our usual spot, at the intersection of 4th South and 2nd East. The difference this year is that the kids spent most of the time complaining about how hot it was, so we ended up leaving early. Nevetheless, we had a good time.






Drew was so excited by the tinsel and toiletpaper of the floats that he completely passed out...




Whitney was less than impressed with Grandpa Stretch's choice of attire...



For the second year in a row my garden has yielded less than stellar results. I know that we still have time, but so far we haven't seen a lot of production. In addition to losing most of my peaches and pears to some bug, the tomatoes have not started to form. The three pumpkin vines I planted have produced a grand total of three pumpkins. And I don't have a corn stalk that is taller than 3 feet. But all is not lost. The pepper plants have gone gangbusters as of late. So I may have to use store bought tomatoes, but we will have salsa this year, and some of Kate's amazing pepper jelly.




Does this make you uncomfortable?


Since Froggy died last year we have added two dogs: Blossom and Yankee. We also have Blackie (a hamster), our all-white cat Al (short for Albino, even though he's not really an albino) and Eddie (a cat who actually lives across the street because he hates the dogs.) So a few weeks ago when Pat rescued a stray cat and her litter of kittens, I didn't think that we would be taking in any more animals. However, Kate and the kids fell in love with the kittens, and we now have two new fluffy kitties living in our house.

Kate wanted to name the kittens 'Lou' and 'Joe' after Yankee legends Lou Gehrig (Bean's favorite) and Joe DiMaggio. However, the kids decided that while 'Joe' was good, they would rather name the other 'Marilyn', since it is a female, thus pairing Joe with Marilyn Monroe.



The dogs are a little bitter about not having free range of the house anymore, but they'll get over it. Or they won't. But the kittens stay.




Look at those cute little faces. Is there any doubt they're plotting to murder us all in our sleep?






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