Tuesday, August 13, 2013

August in Saskatchewan

Emil gets some exercise outside on the weekend.
Why does the distance from our driveway to the correction line (where the signs are) look so short in photos? It's three-quarters of a mile, and here it looks like no more than a hop, skip and jump.

When it's not too windy, half the time I head north, the other direction:
The canola field is still in bloom and if we get more heat, maybe the wheat and oats will start turning colour.
No walking for me today, though; I've been on the run. Went and purchased a car from a family friend so that I can get #2Son to work for the next while, till he gets a driver's licence or finds a place in town to live.

He had to go up on a roof today. Scary, he said. "I'm like a kitten caught in a tree: 'Oh my god, how do I get down from here?'" To which I can relate; I'm impressed he went up there at all.

And saws; there is sawing to be done. He is nervous about saws, and I don't blame him. "You should be!" I said, "Until you are taught how to use them."

1 comment:

  1. Been here and been there. Chris's first job was in a dry-cleaning plant and I couldn't believe how many potentially harmful things lived there.

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