More water troubles. Yesterday they had a man with a machine come out and dig a huge hole next to the well at the dugout, a quarter-mile from the yard. Right after I took this picture Scott climbed the ladder down into the well (not the ladder in the foreground) and I got nervous and carried on my merry walking way.

The sky is the palest blue today. The sun deck is starting to warm up. My afternoon tea is dripping. Not the proper way to make tea, but the easiest. Tsk; my English great-grandmother might turn up her nose up at it. Grandma would.

Everett is making brownies for one of his school cooking labs. The aroma of melted chocolate has my mouth watering. Emil is doing his weekend chore, cleaning the bathroom counter, sink and mirror. Scott just left for Golden Grain Farm. His buddy Rick was here for a short visit, and took a heavy green sack of our household garbage when he carried on to the dump or, as they say in larger centres, the landfill.

I’m thinking of going to town. Could pick up a parcel from Sears, see if Grandma wants to go for a drive. I don’t feel like going, much. Rather be home this sunny day. Emil is all hepped up though, and is hurrying through his chores (which he skipped last weekend) so he can come along. He is hoping for a stop at the Co-op, where he fires up his elbow crutches and marches all over the store at top clippety-clop speed, looking for people he knows and whose ear he can bend.

One of the gals who works there was his aide at school a couple years ago and they share an interest in the country duo Brooks and Dunn. She and Emil are going to their concert in Saskatoon next month and Emil is determined to pre-plan everything to his satisfaction, well in advance of when it needs to be done. If he can just catch that lady at the till ....