Hmm. So. Here I sit, two cups of tea and the last of the third batch of pull-apart bread gone down my hatch. It’s been raining for two days, but there is still snow on the ground.

Not in the front yard with the bucket-load of gravel covering up the brown grass, but most other places. The city workers are outside ont he street, filling up potholes. It only looks like they’re helping. Shoveling in loads of dirt into an asphalt holes doesn’t help when a tire hits it at 40k, spraying it everywhere and bouncing the van axle against the undercarriage.

Yesterday, Sarah bemoaned the sudden lack of laundry detergent, so I pointed out Dad had just left with the van and if it was that desperate, one of us could walk down to the mall and pick some up. So she did. And was back within an hour, refreshed.

Speaking of laundry, we used the clothesline for the first time this season, over the weekend, before the rain. Ron hungs some loads out, and that night, all I could do was sniff my jammies, they smelled so good.

I did something to my knee. No, I don’t know what specifically, except for that time we were checking out exercise equipement. I must have turned the wrong way or something, and spent Monday night not being able to move it. Fun! It acts up when I cross my legs, when I go up or down stairs or when I sit down and try to get up again. Today it feels better, though.

And it also hit me – my birthday is in less than a week. Yes, that’s NEXT MONDAY folks. It’s the big three-five. My aunt brought me up a copy of my grandmother’s journal entries for the year I was born.

It’s way cool, reading her square handwriting, telling of all the meetings she went to (W.I. luncheon at May’s), the puppies that were born, just before I was, (7 males, 2 females one they kept) and all interspersed with me.

4th Arpil Andrea Robyn T_____ born at 12.30 pm. To Nerepis W.I. tea.
6th April, Monday. To Town on 12.45pm bus & visisted Grand Daughter Andrea in St. Joseph’s Hospital, and then to Adrian’s for supper. Home on 9.15 bus.
7th April – Photos of puppies feeding – 4 weeks old. Now making yapping noises.
Wednesday 1st July. Dianne, Andrea and Wanda up for week-end! Somebody must have slept in camper. NO!
8th Ocotober – Andrea rolls over for the first time.
26th ” – Andrea says “buff”.
24th December – bad snowstorm, but Alfred picked up Adrian, Dianne and Andrea and got them home – Pamdenac.
25th December – 42 inches of digging out! Andrea’s 1st Christmas – photos. Moncton – state of emergency.
(“State of Emergency – Saint John snowed in!” is scrawled up the side.)

Lots of notes about specific pictures we have, and when they were taken. Invaluable stuff.

We still have Easter candy kicking around, hiding in the cupboard. What we do, instead of massive amounts of candy and presents to rival Christmas, is have ONE big basket of candy after Easter dinner. Everyone shares. My mom has taken care of this since we moved here, and I happily let her.

(Of course, she had a few “extra” things for Emma that were second-hand, so they don’t count. A spring dress, some sandals with fake flowers on them.)

More later, maybe pictures too. Maybe even the ones my Nanny notes above.