This fleet of bikes left on the lawn next door reminds me that my own number two son still cannot ride one. He is eleven years old, people! and the prospect of riding a bike is hell to him.

Yikes. He doesn't know what he's missing.

I've set him to picking saskatoons along the driveway for $5 a gallon. He got half a pail of big juicy ones in an hour-and-a-half and you can see the cash registers in his eyes.

Emil is away at Camp Easter Seal until next Tuesday. He's normally so quiet, that I hardly even notice that he isn't here.

I am working this afternoon, so this is all the gossip you get.

xoxo
etc
Kate

While the relatives danced at the family reunion, the littlest ones were fast asleep on blankets on the floor.

Here's my aunt Reta and uncle Carl cutting a rug, and my cousin Gerald dancing with Grandma:

 
~My sister Joan is shaking her booty on the far right there~

The next day we went to Aunt Jean's birthday party. After her grand entrance to the hall, some of Mom's cousins pinned the corsage on the birthday girl:

and then we all ate, drank and visited some more until Aunt Jean cut the cake and we ate it for dessert:

Then this past weekend we went up Flin Flon way for my cousin Karla's wedding in Denare Beach. For Emil it's a big thrill to dance with the bride, and last weekend at the reunion he'd asked Karla if he could dance with her. Nice girl that she is, she said yes of course and made good on her promise — twice — at her wedding.  

~look at that grin, he is tttickled~

I told Everett that all the men at a wedding like to dance with the bride and if she asked him, he'd have to, you can't say no to the bride.

"Is it the law?" he asked.

"Yep."

"Oh, no!"

We left before 11 though and he didn't get asked to dance, so he was relieved.

At home, I drag him out for walks. Sometimes he gets in a snit and struts out ahead of me, pissed off. Thus:

The other night at Laurel's one of the Lara Croft movies was starting and Everett commented that "all adult women have big chests." Upon being pressed further, he said that women are bumpy and lumpy, not only that but their chests bounce and are pointy, yuk.