On the way to Saskatoon on Saturday, I made a flower delivery and caught my aunt and uncle visiting Grandma. They both turned away from the camera so I didn't get a decent photo, the brats. Grandma was all gussied up to go to the Mother's Day Tea in Margo, and then whoever was driving turned out not to have room. It was a good thing, or Neil and Rose would have missed her.

Everett and I carried on to the city and, the next day, went with Cathy and crew to see Phantom of the Opera. Here's my baby in front of the auditorium before the show; he looked more impressed afterward.

When the show was over the two of us went to a mall to have pictures developed and shop a little, then drove to a restaurant and had supper. I hope my eyes were not obviously glazed over due to the one-sided conversation about videogames and TV programs he likes. I try to look interested. You want your teenagers to talk to you... right? Right?

It's rare to get away with Everett to do something out of the ordinary, so we both enjoyed this trip. He's a great travelling companion. Also a good cart-pusher when we stopped at two greenhouses on the drive home this afternoon.

We went to two malls in the city. In one we ran into Danielle, my niece, who had gone in for a concert last night; and in the other I ran into (literally and on purpose) Shelly Pelican, who was in the same grade as me at school in Margo. These were both pleasant surprises and also reminders that I could never rendezvous with a paramour in Saskatoon because my secret would be out in a wink. Hmph.

A stubblefield west of Humboldt as our vehicle hurtled homeward. We've still had no rain; there are no leaves; it is dry, dry, dry.