Well let’s see now. These are the suitable gleanings from the digital camera today. Which one shall I post? What the hell, why not all three?

My cousin named her firstborn Gracie, after my mother. I am pleased by that, of course. When Everett and I went to Grandma’s the other day, my cousin and her clone were visiting from Flin Flon, so I got to hold the baby.

Back here in the farmyard, there are a dozen new piglets. Emil is pleased about that.

And all over the province of Saskatchewan, as well as out in B.C. (I phoned Mom and Dad this morning), people are preparing to watch the Brier tonight at 6. Everyone I’ve talked to mentions it.

We’re going to Scott’s sister’s for supper. “What time do you want us to come?” says I, thinking about baking the apple pies that are in the deep freeze. “Come at five,” she says, “the game’s starting at six.”

Then I called Grandma to tell her we wouldn’t be going to see her today. She was having a little lay-down on her couch after church and lunch and doing her dishes, but she will definitely be watching the curling this evening.

It’s been on the tube all week too, and I snapped the following photo Thursday at Grandma's in case people outside this country are not as nuts about the game as we seem to be here. This scene is probably on every TV across the nation!