What I Say

It's been a quiet day, up at the Hoytstead. Ma slept in, recovering from the post-midnight-to-beddage, after watching Master and Commander with the last remaining girls in the home.

For two nights--count 'em, TWO NIGHTS--Ma has not been jolted awake by sudden coughing. Oh I say, the joy of actual sleep!

At the moment, Carolyn is helping a lady in our church with baking chores, in preparation for company.

Loren and the boys are outside, attempting to get the Stone-of-Hugeness out of the hole.

Melinda sits in the recliner, alternating between book-reading and looking for colleges on her laptop.

Nolan comes in to ask the vain question, "Can we watch something?"

"No."

It has been the summer of watchage, with Ma and Melinda putting in our 40 Master Gardener hours. Only natural that the kids would think this piece of video heaven would continue forever.

Alas, no.

I did, however, introduce them to the joys of Leave it to Beaver, this morning. They thought it was a hoot!

Shows like that aren't made any more. Mothers like that aren't made, either. And I wouldn't want it that way. You can't pull weeds or mow the lawn in high heels and pearls, I always say.
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In other news, Derek had a rough beginning, but things are going better at ye olde college scene. The school mandated "bonding" time with an overnight camp out of the small groups. No schoolwork allowed. Ma says, "Way to keep the academics flowing!"
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"Dah dah, dah dat, dat, Dah dah, dah dat, dat...."

This just in, folks, The stone has been removed!

Pert near as big as Trevor.

Loren and Ethan winched it out, and naturally, Trevor and Nolan get the glory pic.

You can see where Ethan had to tunnel underneath the stone, to get a chain around it...
...and the sides of the hole had to be dug into, as well.

What are the odds that digging in that precise spot, one would come across a stone of that size, smack dab in the middle of the hole?

What are the odds that in the third and final hole to be dug, Ethan will find another huge rock, blocking the way?

If you ask me, I'd say...pretty small....probably.

Maybe.
 

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