Sunday night — should be hitting the pillow. . .

. . .but I’m just not tired, yet.  Sigh.  I have such a long day tomorrow. Big sigh.

It’s another round of negotiations with a mediator.  Our last meeting was pretty productive so I’m crossing my fingers this one will be, too.

But, I don’t want to talk about negotiations.

We’ve had three solid days of rain, and, as much as we need it, I really wish it would stop.  It’s been cloudy, cool and wet long enough.  What we need now is some heat, that will really get things growing.  I’ve still got bedding plants to get in — am hoping, hoping , hoping to get it all in this week.   I’m behind on weeding and so need to really get out and spend a few full evening just plugging away at it.

Bat guy is back!  Tim and I noticed his tell-tale pile of poop about two weeks ago and then Friday, when we got home about midnight, there he was crouched up in his little corner on the wall under the eaves.  I was so happy to see him.  Sometimes, when

Our little bat guy — always a welcome guest

I don’t catch sight of him I think maybe he’s decided to uproot himself and find a better doorway over which to hang out.  But, no!  Happily, he decides to stay put.  And boy, do we need him right now.  The skeeters are atrocious.

I’m looking forward to the end of this school year.  Things seem strained at work.  Can’t figure it out and I’m tired of thinking about it.  I think we all just need a break.

Winter was too long this year, and Spring hasn’t been all that wonderful, either.  The last couple of weeks our temps have only made the high teens, and the forecast for the next week says more rain and cool.

Had a great time taking care of my grandkids last night.  Ethan, who was in bed before we got there, did not want to sleep, so I went and got him up.  Seeing as it was a tad cool out and he was in his pj’s I didn’t want to let him outside where the others were playing.  He wanted so badly to join them, that after the first time I told him he couldn’t go out, he went and got his little shoes and put them on all by himself (he’s 21 months old) and headed for the door again.  Again, mean old gramma told him no.  He went straight to his dad and started crying like his heart had been broken.

I took him out.

Why not?  He wanted to play with his sister and brother and cousin.  It’s tough when you’re the littlest.  So, he stayed out with me for about 45 minutes then we went back in, I gave him another warm bottle and off he went to bed without a peep.  In fact, he had the sweetest smile on his face when I covered him up.

Timothy was next, and when I tucked him in I read him one of Landon’s old books, Me and My Dad,  by Mercer Mayer, in honour of the fact that it was Father’s Day the next day.  We had fun looking for the spider and grasshopper on every page and he asked a ton of questions, just like Landon used to about why Little Critter was doing this or that, and why the dad was mad, etc., etc.  Then I covered him up in his gazillion blankets, wrestled a kiss out of him and went down to spend some time with Hailey and her cousin, Aleah.

We made popcorn and Tim entertained them with a bunch of his corny magic tricks.  They were enthralled.  It was all just too much fun.  They squealed when he pretended to break an egg on top of their heads and laughed when pretended his fingers were linked together by magic.

These are the moments that are magic to me.