Robin's Nest

 When I was first sent the offer of bowling it was from a friend's daughter. I did not sign up right away, but then I realized summer was fast approaching and I needed more things that were low cost to keep boredom at bay. What I did not realize was that the older grandkids would be left behind while their parents went house hunting out of town. I did not sign them up. Nor did I sign them up for roller skating, but we do have a pool! Back to the out-of-town parents. More like out of state, many miles away, house hunting. The young almost adults have discovered that gramma doesn't cook every day like when they last lived with her. Unless, like gramma, you count baking a loaf of bread as cooking. Poor kids, to confess, I have made chicken and dumplings, cheesy broccoli soup with homemade bread bowls, and sweet salsa chicken with rice another time. Oh, and homemade pizza, and biscuits and gravy. I feel like I made tacos too, but the kids cannot remember. That could mean that I did...

 It is another holiday that has been stolen from its' original intent. At least in my eyes it has been. The meaning is not lost on some but on other it has been. Camping and barbecues have taken the place of remembrance for many. As I get up this morning it is chilly, and the wind is blowing relentlessly. The chickens have been generous the past few days on the eggs, and I have a duck that is sitting contentedly on a nest of eggs. That is unless DH kicked her out and shut the duck door. When I go out to water the trees and the rhubarb I will check. Here it is almost June and I have no seeds started for the summer. My heart just isn't in it. I think I know why, but it is still something that I should get done. It is the end of the day the sink is full again and I did not accomplish all that much. Couldn't water because someone disconnected my hose, and it is not one that I can get back on very easily. Now it is close to dark and the youngest and I will go for a bike ride soo...