Fish wall window

Jeffrey started complaining early this morning. His room is too cold, because of the double window. But it's too small of a room, why did the builder make it so small? If it was bigger, there would be space for a large fish tank.

And then he had this brilliant idea.

"Mom could you cut a hole in the wall in between my and Tim's bedrooms and put a fish tank in it?"

"That sounds pretty complicated, honey." Visions of chainsaws and reinforcing walls and running electricity and leaks ran quickly through my head.

But Tim said that would be a cool thing to have too.

"We could stand on either side and wave at each other through the water as fish swim by."

And then Jeffrey totally cracked me up as he stated in all seriousness:

"Now there's something I would NEVER get tired of doing!"

It's fun to dream. At least he wasn't complaining anymore.

Snaked

We've been having a beautiful, sunny Spring this year, and I just couldn't wait to get out there an plant some pansies, my favorite flower. I kept asking at the local garden center and actually managed to buy a flat on the very day that they came in.

(In case you don't already know, pansies like the cold and can be planted as early as mid-March around here in Michigan, if you can find some for sale to buy.)

So I put some in pots on the porch, and some more in the ground around the landscaping by the walkway in front of our house. They looked so pretty! I was very pleased and went inside to get a drink of water. I came back out to put away my gardening things and stopped to admire my work again. In the short time that I was inside, a 3 foot long garter snake had made it's way out and wove it's slimy snake body in and out of each plant that I had so carefully placed in the ground.

Naturally, I began screaming like a maniac and got Timmy to come out and get gloves and a bucket and extract the hideous thing from my flowers and my sight. As he bravely performed this heroic feat, I stood there shrieking with a full-blown case of snake induced heebie-jeebies.

With the snake removed my pretty pansies went back to being a happy sight, until first thing the next morning when I came out and saw that each and every plant had been chewed down to the ground. Probably by a rabbit.

Yeah, I know. If I'd let the snake stay there, I'd still have the pansies. Doh!

A picture of Timmy

When I opened up our local newspaper this week, there was a picture of the High School Track Team.

This is what you see:


And here's what it looks like to me:




You might think that it looks like any other High School sports team picture but this one HAS MY KID IN IT!!!! This is the first time for this so far as I know in generations. The closest I ever got to a jock was assigned seating in Geometry class. Sure, my boys have played in different recreational sports for years now, but this is High School, with real uniforms and professional pictures in the newspaper. Where people pay money to go watch them compete. Where you earn a letter like Danny did to impress Sandy in Grease.

I am so very proud.

And who knows, maybe he will even make it over the hurdles.