When Rhen and I first moved into this little old house, the guys did a ton of renovating and rebuilding and digging and repairing before we could comfortably move live here.
A couple of years later, while digging around out back, some of the grandkids found this funny little lump of dirt with a smiling face poking out of it. They brought it in and when we washed it off–this is what we found.
It’s obviously an ancient little clown, but other than that, I don’t know what it would be used for. It’s only about 3 inches high, so not big enough to be a spoon rest but it could possibly be a ring holder.
No earthly idea.
Guesses welcome.
So there I am bright and early one morning, minding my own business–when I look out my kitchen window to see…
an enormous crane!
Now I’m telling you, this sucker was HUGE or I wouldn’t have been so ridiculous as to take pictures in the first place. Please note how much of this crazy thing isn’t even able to fit in the picture.
Then, when they finally lifted the cooling unit–or whatever it is– into the air, it swung good and hard right TOWARDS my house! Pretty sure I yelled…just a little.
Let me just say that if it hadn’t stopped and made a wiser choice, my house would be mashed flat and so would the little lady in the kitchen…and all her cats.
Scared the living daylights out of me…
standing there in my kitchen…
gawking out the window…
in my nightgown…
like Gladys Kravitz.
As if nothing ever goes on around here.
Sheesh.
Of course it was dry as a bone here–snow-wise for Christmas. Booooo. What is Mother Nature doing?!
I mean, seriously, we ordered snow for the big day but SOMEbody must have missed the memo…until January. Well, fine then.
At the risk of sounding ungrateful, I must say–Christmas snow, January snow… it’s all just incredibly beautiful and if I had my way–we’d have a gentle blizzard that would keep us all indoors for a week.
Sounds like heaven to me.
That’s my dream. A winter wonderland, right here in my own yard.
Even if it’s in January.