Tuesdays With Jo

Dear Mother Jaskey,

Another gorgeous week in August has passed us by. I'm sitting on my back deck with my  THM Good Girl Moonshine. Wyatt is doing flips on the tramp. The sprinkler is going in the garden. The crickets are chirping. And its +30.

We had a real whirlwind of a week; almost pre-Covid feeling. It was simply delightful to be with Karen and Em and Trish. And then Ryan & Arlene and family joined us too. Something like that just can't be planned. It was special. 

I turned 41 on Sunday. We went to church with our group (3) and groups 1 and 5. Pats mom invited us for dinner with Grandpa Esau. And then we went to Saskatoon and met Keith & Deana and their boys and biked along the river in the heat and ordered in pizza for supper. It was still +25 at 9 in the evening when we left, so we drove along Spadina, along the river, with our windows open, listening to the music vendors along the way, watching people ride and walk and bike along the river. Zach said it felt like Florida or another country all together. We finished the day with blizzards from Dairy Queen. 

I've got many lovely gifts and well wishes this year but possibly the best was a three-way call from Arnie and Char. We talked for almost 2 hours!

Pat and Zach are helping Jason with harvest today and Colby will too when he gets home (Only 6 more days.). 

Well, I just got informed that the bucking bronco show starts shortly and I am supposed to watch. 

Adios,

Jo

P.S. I washed my windows in the basement and in the procedure came face to face with frog eyes peering at me out of the dirt in the window well. It was rather disconcerting. 

P.P.S. I dug potatoes the other day and also dug up a squishy dusty frog which blinked at me lugubriosly. I am having frog trouble. 

P.P.P.S. Would you believe this? I heard something in the garage the other day and here it was this Giant frog hopping placidly along. I am abjectly adverse to frogs. I just developed this in my old age.

P.P.P.P.S. Frogs pee when they're scared. The end.