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Gawd Love That Kid

moose at pats (2)Three o’clock is his afternoon snacktime. He makes himself a peanut butter and honey sandwich, eats it, then gets himself a banana from the bunch and comes back to the kitchen table where we’ve been sitting.

“Hey Mom. Do you want to use this banana as a phone?”


“I just thought I’d offer, to be nice, that’s all.”

§ Last night we watched the first episode of Last One Laughing, which wasn’t funny (“Had enough yet?” Scott asked, and I said “Let’s give it more of a chance”), although Colin Mochrie would be my best bet to provide hilarity, given the tiniest opportunity. He said at one point something about hyperplaxia or a similar word that he defined as “easily startled” and I said to Scott, “There’s a word for that?” but I couldn’t find it at though I tried every variation in spelling that came to mind.  I definitely startle easily. It’s ridiculous sometimes. 

After a melty day yesterday, it’s nearly 25F-below right now and feels worse because of the wind. I just suited up and went with Scott to the Quonset; he was heading to the farm but first loaded me up with items to bring back to the house: shredded zucchini, green beans, bananas, peanuts, and pumpkin seeds, all stored in the largest deep freeze I’ve ever seen.

AC, my family is not demonstrative either, but the care and support are definitely there.
I once worked for a restaurant owner whose daughter would cross the floor to kiss her mother’s cheek every time she saw her. I loved that. 

§ Who can explain why the sourdough bread I made yesterday turned out better than ever before? Same brand of whole wheat flour. Same mixing methods (though an extra 5 minutes of kneading … will do that in future too; maybe that’s the answer), same method of starter-building. Three loaves baked on a cookie sheet, three in loaf pans. Cathy texted that her mother used to say warm weather made a difference in breadbaking. It could be that. Who knows for sure? It’s a crapshoot around here. 


§ 30 YEARS AGO February 6, 1992  INVERMAY: Farming is not a rewarding career financially at the present time, but there are other aspects that must be considered when you are summing up the total picture, says farmer/rancher Jim Andreas of Invermay/Margo. And one of those “extra benefits” has resulted in the publication of his first book, “Hear the Meadowlark Sing.” – Wadena News

Jim is Karen’s father-in-law, who has written an entire series of family-friendly novels focused on life here in Saskatchewan. He once said his highest hope was to write one that a reader couldn’t put down. I was happy to tell him that the one about a class of schoolkids getting caught in a coulee during a severe snowstorm in the southern part of the province had held my attention from first to last page. Jim writes of goodhearted people, fair and sensible – the kind we can recognize in our own families, friends, and neighbours.