Indoors.

Outdoors. Everett does the daily "turd tour."
That's Karen's car, which she's lent me till I get my wheels back from the repair shop. Cost to fix: more than $5000, but the insurance company is springing for it.

It’s time to start supper, but instead I’m having my afternoon tea. Was just out for a walk. It’s damn cold outside the trees, where the wind can icy-slice your face. Didn’t make a fire today though.

Last week. Scott's grandmother, Gladys, age 99, and son Gunnar who was out from Calgary.

Food. Hooray for Everett's home ec labs, in our kitchen. His first go at a batch of perogies. Now if he'd only make a habit of whipping these up.

As opposed to these:

which he presents me with from time to time.

Not that I complain when someone cooks for me. "Hell no" (this always makes me think of you, Nance). That would be foolish.

Emil's hand on the fridge door. No surprise.