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Monday, September 8, 2014

Rude!

It's snowing!  September 8th.  And it's snowing.  Please don't tell me our summer has come to an end.

  *I'm still trying to get rid of the weeds in my lawn.

  *Our left-over tree stump still needs to be removed.

  *The new grass needs to be planted where said tree stump will be removed.

  *My neglected flowers are still waiting for their 15 minutes of fame.
                                       
  *We've only used our patio furniture once all summer.

  *And most importantly, my lily-white legs are still waiting to be tanned.

How can it be snowing?  Rude!

Dixie

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

First Day of School

It's been three years since my last child moved away to college.  Three years of having an empty nest.  But I still get excited for the first day of school.  I live on a street with three schools, so I get to see a lot of children on their way to school every day.  And I love it!  But I especially love the first day.

*The huge new backpacks crammed to capacity -- usually bigger than the children themselves.

*The cool new shoes.

*The newest Fall fashions -- even though the weather is usually too warm to be wearing most of them.

A few days ago I told the Mr. that on the first day of school I planned to snack on a bowl of popcorn -- my favourite  --  while I sat out on the front porch to watch the kids go by.  He told me that seemed like a really "old-lady-type-thing" to do.  I told him he was probably right.

 But I probably would have done it anyway, if it weren't for the wasps.  Thousands of them thinking our front porch is their mansion.  It doesn't seem to matter how many times we seal up their "front door", they always find another opening.  But I digress....

Anyway, I never did make the popcorn.  And because we were running behind schedule this morning, I never even got to see the kids on their way to school.  I have to admit, I'm feeling a little cheated.

I might just have to make myself a bowl of popcorn as a consolation prize.

Dixie