The Fourth of July is coming up this Thursday! I can’t believe we’re really into summer. Last Sunday morning it was 35 degrees at our house and I was on the phone with Sharon, whining about the cold. I said, “We’re NEVER going to have spring!” She said, “Uh, Mom, it’s summer.” And it is. We went from 35 to 85 in three days. And we never had spring.
So, about the 4th of July: John is planning a barbecue, and everybody is invited. You can call Heather, or better yet text, for a food assignment. We’ll be eating at six, and since it doesn’t get really dark until 9:30 or so, we’re all invited to haul rocks. I’m planning to pitch in! I don’t have any rocks left in our yard to haul, just dirt. Who would’ve thought? I figured I would be hauling rocks forever, but I’ve totally finished leveling the back yard, and I’m just now finishing the sprinkling line on the north side, the last one! I can still find plenty more to do, though. I won’t ever be done. I don’t want to be. So, back to the Fourth of July--I hope we’ll see lots of you there! And this afternoon, you’ve probably heard, we’ll be having a dinner at our house at 5. Be there or be square!
John’s cats have always outdone ours in hunting, but when we went there on Friday, Aaron informed me that I had to pay Poseidon $5.00. He killed a magpie! Or maybe he found it dead, but probably not. He’s pretty aggressive, and he has claws, too. Go, Poseidon! Our cats show their guts now by going right into Harley’s yard. If I call them, they just ignore me. Sonia creeps right up to Harley and touches noses with him. He points his ears at her and wags his tail. Scout manages to make him bark, and then he races back into our yard. They’re both very brave, but I worry about them a lot. Matthew, I hope they’re both still alive when you get here. If anything happens, we can borrow John’s cats, and you can play with them.
There was a little work done at our cabin, and then the contractor left to do another job. He said not to worry--he’d be back in a week or two. But Dad and I have started working on the yard. I’m pruning bushes that haven’t been touched for six years, and Dad will be mowing the lawn tomorrow. On the first calm morning, I’ll be spraying roundup on the driveway to get rid of the weeds. There’s no end of outside projects, and someday our cabin will be its old self again.
Lots of love, Mom
