Sunday, May 15, 2016

Let's Go to Kelvington

Our tour to Kelvington included a stop at the Co-op store, where we ran into my great-nephew and his dad.
We couldn't pass by the liquor board store without picking up some beer.
Scott's grandma, 107, and Scott, 56. Supper was bean and bacon soup, and pudding.

Then we went to the nursing home and Scott showed his dad some pictures on his phone.

And a couple tick-laden moose on the way home. Click to enlarge. 

It Begins

What should we do next; the brothers take a breather and share their thoughts. 
It's time to bring some cattle over to our place; Scott is carrying stakes for an electric fence.
A mile north of our place is this farmer happy to be in the field.

Synchronicity & Dogs

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Maggie Turner on "Me & Merja": 
Kate, when a series of events like the ones you describe occur, it makes me wonder about the invisible forces that swirl around us, connecting us all in unseen ways. By the way, Attila's father was 100% Finnish, born in Canada, Attila is only 50% Finnish, born in Canada. 

The word for such events, though I neglected to use it, is "synchronicity: The simultaneous occurrence of events which appear significantly related but have no discernible connections."

Interesting this. I thought of my Finnish tennis partner when I read this and all the stories she had in the locker room. Trimmest woman ever, could bounce pennies off her abs. Died of cancer. Smoker. Yeah and tennis player. Singles.
I hadn't thought of her in years.
How some people haunt us - like your friend. Nice you could do help the relative out.

Yes it was a real pleasure.

Wisewebwoman has left a new comment on your post "Me and Ducky Doodle": 
OMG I howled reading this. When I had Chelsea she was forbidden to go on my bed. I had to back to house one morning about 5 mins after I left and I found her literally surfing the duvet. I think it is the smell they're after. They do adore us you know.

They do, which is so sweet.