There’s something to be said for being woken up at 5:30am on a Saturday morning – even it is by your crazy husband getting dressed to get to the trail and rescue the dog lead (without Roxie on the end of it) from way up in a tree. He didn’t want to be seen by anyone else.
Apparently, while Tim is walking the dog in the evenings he likes to toss the lead as high as he can and then see if he can catch it. Roxie, off the lead, trots along beside him. Last night, after a couple of his home brewed beers, Tim threw the lead up a bit too enthusiastically and it got stuck in some branches way over head. Unable to shake it down, Tim returned home, not mentioning what had happened to anyone, taped two fishing rods and a hack saw (minus the blade) together, returned to the trail and tried to ‘fish’ the lead off the branch. It didn’t work. All this while people stared at him while taking their evening walks.
I was writing a blog post and had no idea the whole thing happened. I can imagine it was entertaining to watch.
Anyway, that’s why I was woken so early this morning. Tim took a ladder to the trail this time and had a more successful mission, unobserved.
So the day seemed lengthened. Jobs got done. Tim replaced leaky toilet (mentioned a couple of posts ago) and tidied up. We skyped with Tim’s sister. I removed the winter coats and snow pants from the closet (at last) to be washed and hidden away somewhere, sorted my own clothes, did a bit of weeding, took the girls to the mall, went out with Tim to price out a replacement barbecue as ours is rusted to bits, dug manure into garden, cooked supper…and then made cake.
I’m determined not to miss what’s going on with my family for the whole of this evening as I did last night, and indeed several nights this week or burn the midnight oil as I have been doing at other times. It is Saturday after all.
Thank you, friends and family and fellow bloggers, for sticking with me through the ups and downs of the last 24 days. One week to go of a post a day in May…