It's a lazy dreary morning in Tormville. Pa made it safely home from Chicago at about 10:30 - he had scooted out of here on an emergency run on Wednesday night - threw us for a loop that day, he had just about been out the door with the big kids for a visit at the woodcarving studio with master woodcarver Pete LeClair.
The kids were crushed, but we made the best of things.
Today will be a bit of shack shine, some work on Allan's closet, and hoping to take a walk to the resale shop downtown to see if I can find an inexpensive dress. I usually have good luck at that particular shop. Here's hoping.
I realized that I haven't shared many photos this week, so how about a good old fashioned weekly photo share
This was about the time that I wish I could run away on a business trip and Pa could stay home.
How I really wanted to take this picture was directly in line with the bucket and straight up the arm. But they might not have dug (heh) that
Making use of that few minutes before heading out the door to school. She's intense.
Another spot of beauty on our morning walk
And Allan on the job - this was his first week working five days. He's really been enjoying it. Gets home from school, throws his book bag in the house and out the door he goes to walk the dog.