Tea for Two

The writer of one of the blogs in my link directory (at Life at Golden Grain Farm) posted this photo in one of his entries and I just want to share it with you. “Tits Up,” he titled it. He was announcing the end of his marriage.

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100 YEARS AGO
July 18, 1918
Mowing the road side is
compulsory in most parts, but the
law that makes it is seldom enforced.
A man ought to have pride enough
in his surrounding to keep the weed
down without a law that tells him to
do so.
Twenty sheep are required to
provide sufficient wool to keep one
soldier clothed. In Canada there are
less than 5½ sheep per soldier. Wool
is at a record price, as is also mutton.
The Canada Food Board urges greater
production of sheep and municipal cooperation
in controlling the menace
from dogs. -reprinted from the Wadena News

 

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After three nights at Shelly’s, today I’m driving back down to Sherwood Park for another sleepover at Cathy’s before putting Emil in the passenger seat and making our way home tomorrow. We’ll be on the road a good eight hours. Emil’s an excellent travelling companion — has been since he was a baby. Rest stops and food stops slow us down more than they do with better physically able passengers, but as long as we reach our destination before I get too tired of sitting, it’s all good.

Even when we’re just going somewhere local, he’ll reach out and touch my arm, which is stretched to the steering wheel, and say “I like going places with you, Mom.” I like going places with him, too.