Well lookie here.

My husband's one and only goal for his vacation this week was to find a replacement boat trailer.  After having been shown some pretty busted up pieces of crub, one requiring a full weld to a middle support and one place having acknowledged that they under quoted him $400-500. for a new trailer price over the phone (and only telling him that after driving a half hour out), he found a lovely place that's a jog down the road and now is a lovely owner of a new boat trailer. 

Hallelujah!

If you look in the side mirror, you'll see the big ole smile on his face.  Either that or he was laughing at my Japanese tourist tendencies with the camera.

We worked together to raise the boat back up off the lawn and onto the trailer.  She's only a 14' aluminum row boat, but I was a little concerned there for a minute.  We got it pulled up and locked in place, then my husband decided that he needed to give her a bath.  Grant you, it was about 25 F out and he reports that the sponge was freezing to the boat, but it's all shiny, up on wheels and again covered with a huge tarp.  He's not a man who requires big and wonderfully overdone things.  He tells people that this is his one and only boat.  It's low maintenance.  If the motor runs out of juice, we can easily paddle back to shore.  It fits in the backyard.  I can drop it in and pull it back out.  She's a good little boat she is. 

And yes, she is sea worthy.

Hooray!

For those of you that don't know of the boat trailer story, feel free to go here.  I know that I had two more days of posts on the boat trailer heist right after that.  Oh, and to confirm to everyone including the spooty thieves who drove off with our 1976 trailer, we now have locks.  Never had to have them before.  Hubs bought the boat and trailer when he was 16.  He had it for 22 years at that point. 

Someone that we know and love is gonna . . .

. . . have a baby and I can't out them because they haven't announced it themselves.  You know who you are and we are sooooo happy for you!

Eeeeeeeee!!!

Tales from the Trenches: How am I going to know when the cherries are ready?

Aunt Donna had a love for cherries.  She shared that love with K-.  I would get weekly calls.  "Amy, the cherries aren't ready yet."  "Aimmmmmmmm-eeeee!  The cherries are ready!  Bring K- over and I have some for her." 

Aunt Donna taught K- how to spit cherry seeds.  Now, it sounds and is a disgusting habit, but I figured if that was what they were going to do, I'd at least spot them so that they didn't hit pedestrians with flying cherry pits/seeds.  "Hold on.  Hold on.  Okay-- now!"  They would sit on her bench, spit them from the 7th floor balcony and you would hear the little 'ting' when they hit. 

On Sunday, I was walking through the produce section with K-.  Tears suddenly started running down my face.  "K-, how are we going to know when the cherries are ready?" 

A low level kind of day.

K- woke up this morning not feeling terribly well.  As the morning wore on, I found that it was a combo of everything just dumping into one stressful heap.  We opted to stay at home and just be.



We decided to do our Valentines.  We almost always do Valentines during a snowstorm, but we're kind of free of those this year, so we had to embrace what we had.  K- had a "your day to choose" day on clothing and she was particularly surprised when she found that her kindergarten shirt from school still fits.  Kindergarten was two years ago.



While she was making her Valentines, I went to work at spiffing up the wooden Valentine decoration I've had for probably 10 years.  The lower hearts had faded to white.  I pulled off the bow, re-painted the hearts and glued the bow back on.  It's not my greatest paint job, but it looks so much better.

K- finished up her to and from, stamped the construction paper hearts with some Valentine stamps she had and I glued them onto these felt hearts I bought on clearance last year.  Voila.  Valentine crafting is done.  I'll put her Valentine treat bags together next Monday night.  I went to the local bread store and bought a couple of boxes of Ding Dongs to put in her bags.  We'll stick a nice Aunt Donna Valentine heart sticker on each one (she bought her a whole book) and pack them away in the bags and ready them to go.



The day brought K- to the point of wanting a nap.  Fine.  I'd like to take one, too.  "Mom, can you tuck me in?"  Absolutely.



In other news, I think I mentioned the loss of the big front tooth.  Here's the gap.



I was pleased to see a woodpecker at the suet feeder one day.


We'll be hitting the grocery when everyone is partying for the Super Bowl.  I really don't care about men running around in overly tight pants, chasing after a funny shaped leather ball.  No one we know has had a party in several years, so we'll press on as usual.  All is good. 

Anything interesting going on in your neck o' the woods?  Tell me.  I'd like to know!