Tuesdays With Jo

Dear Mother Jaskey, 

Wyatt is cuddled in under my left arm reading the Adventures of Bobby Coon. Zach is reclining bareback on the couch. The flies are buzzing and my house is actually cooling down. Pat is gone for night, on the truck, hauling coal from Edmonton. 

Yesterday we got home from folks after camping for two nights in their backyard (definitely a story for another time) and our dogs met us with mouths full if quills. It consumed most of our day removing them, including a dose of relaxant from our neighbor Merle. They are a subdued pair. 

I've been working outside these days, trimming trees, fixing sprinklers, spraying weeds, picking beans. Every once in a great while Pat n i have a moment on the back deck and install another railing post. We are excited to announce an estimated finish date of June 2032, in which case we hope to have all the family down. 

I have been thinking about making a baby quilt for Diana's baby. Do you think she has plenty already and would prefer something else for a gift? 

Also, what makes King Tut turn brown? Could it actually be from neglect or lack of water? Asking for a friend. 

Love, Jo

P.S. Tonight Wyatt announced at the supper table that the Lord willing, Zach was going swimming with him tonight. Surely God understands. 

P.P.S. Are you serious about getting a letter from me once a week? My life seems awfully humdrum at times.

P.P.P.S. Will you write me back?

P.P.P.P.S. I love you