I love our house. It’s old and creaky, but it’s ours. One thing I do not love about it, though, is how hot it gets upstairs in the summer. Brad can attest to this, since he sleeps in the hottest room in the building. Our regular plan is to close all the vents on the first floor so that the cold air is pumped all the way upstairs and then floats down, but that’s not terribly effective at night after the roof has baked all day. So we’re trying something new – putting a barrier up so that the cold has to stay around a little longer. So far it seems to work, although walking through it with a basket of laundry I accidentally gave Pfennig a pretty righteous kick in the side. Stupid cat. Who dares sleep in my path?!
Archives for June 2007
Those nutty nuts.
We thought these guys left! What a surprise to find that they stayed behind. It’s a shame to wake them….
So, the Missouri Sommerers are off on their whirlwind adventure to Western Nebraska and then Colorado. They have a real vacation planned, with actual stuff to do! Sam has one of my ukuleles along, with strict instructions to take pictures of it wherever they stop. So, if you’re checking this with your laptop, Sam, don’t forget. Then it can be like this.
At the Zoo
First, a Father’s Day joke:
An old man lived alone. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, who used to help him, was in jail. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament:
Dear Son,
I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won’t be able to plant my potato garden this year. I’m just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me.
Love, Dad
A few days later he received a letter from his son.
Dear Dad,
For heaven’s sake, don’t dig up the garden plot, that’s where I buried the bodies!!
Love, Son
At 4 a.m. the next morning, the local police showed up and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left. A few days later the old man received another letter from his son.
Dear Dad,
Go ahead and plant the potatoes now. That’s the best I could do under the circumstances.
Love, Son
Happy Father’s Day, Dads!! Now, on to our story:
We have a children’s museum in Lincoln and everyone… fed the goats, played in the eagle’s nest (the eagles were not amused), was confused by the naked mole rats, howled with the howler monkeys, made fun of the camels, road the train… twice.
It’s a pretty good zoo
said young Gerold McGrew
and the fellow who runs it
seems proud of it too.
Now with new bonus footage here
Uncle Lauren
Sam & Rachel are here for the weekend on their way to their real vacation in Colorado. They brought Anna & Gracen with them, who are a hoot. Last night they wanted Uncle Lauren to read to them. “Not mommy. Not Daddy. Not that other guy.”
Impaled!
This is why I don’t like the outdoors. I was upstairs and happened to look out the window and saw this in the backyard.
It’s been raining buckets for several days now, and the wind blew a honkin’ piece of a dead branch down and it stuck about two inches into the ground. Good thing no varmints were around – that could have been a Brad.
I do like when things land sticking up, remember?
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Does roof rhyme with foot or food?
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