Only at Northview

Things are chronically odd around here. Not necessarily bad, but unfailingly weird. 


Not particularly tidy either.


For example, if the kitchen was a golf course, we would already have a sand trap...and a water hazard? Well, the pup takes care of that....although he is getting a lot better.


However, he runs around with his riding crop and sticks it under the stove to pull out whatever he finds there, just in case it includes a kibble or a cracker. There is stuff under that stove that really might better stay there. Unless, of course, someone hires me a maid, in which case....


And last night, Jade was mowing lawn in the dark...don't ask...and called Liz to help him find an electrical short on his new mower....something was sparking down there. She looked where he was pointing and picked up the source of the light on her finger-a firefly along for the ride.


Then there's this morning. Just before milking, the phone rang. It was the boss's darling aunt, who is in her nineties, but sharp as a tack and as sweet as a whole hive full of honey.


She is sharper than we are, that's for sure.


The reason she called so early is to wish us happy anniversary.


27 years of wedded bliss....or something along those lines...and we BOTH completely forgot about, as did all the kids. And if that's not weird enough...


Somebody just shot me in the leg with a squirt gun...


Monday maybe I'll tell you about calf mud wrestling....