I'm not a believer in reincarnation (but my father was, and that's a WHOLE other post, if not separate blog), however, if I were to come back as an animal, I would want to be a house cat.
No cares in the world:
Ahh, but don't let that fool you. As we were pulling out to go to a car show (more on that later), movement caught my eye. Here is my idiot cat, Scooter-the-cat-with-no-tail, up on the arbour. He is meowing and shifting around, clearly with no plan. I don't even know what he was doing up there.
The dismount was not graceful in the least.
So, as I was saying, we were on our way to a car show. A British car show, to be precise. It was about an hour and a half away (?). For anyone in Ontario, you know how the weather turned out today, don't you? But we managed to get to the car show and walk around for about an hour, before the sky grew ominous and the heavens opened up. For the record, I have zero interest in cars. All I care about is the make, and by that I mean, for example, "It's a Toyota". I care nothing about letter or numbers that come after that. I do not care what kind of engine is under the hood. Cars need to be reliable and they must go. That's it. That's all I care about. Oh, and can I get a shrub in the back?
So, husband walked around and talked to people about letters and numbers and I stood patiently, offering to take a picture with my phone (because I take great pictures). This was a Father's Day thing I was doing. For example, this is what I saw today:
I was asked to take a picture of this.
Speaking of rain, it has since POURED. Seriously poured. When I was watching tv back home, I was even interrupted by a red screen and a severe thunderstorm/tornado warning. Well, no tornadoes, but we have had a ton of rain and it continues as I type this.
Yesterday, we were having a coffee on the porch (yes, literally) and our neighbour was returning home, so husband asked if perhaps next weekend, if he wasn't too busy, he might bring his chainsaw over and help take down that partially fallen limb, as well as a tree which has been dying a slow death. Husband did not expect him to come this weekend, as it was Father's Day.
Imagine our surprise when we drove home from the car show and saw that both jobs were done, wood neatly stacked. I will be dropping off a jar of homemade jam when I make it later this week.