Saturday Slight

 

Birthday celebrations for the family roll on. 

Last night we went to Willie and Debbie's, where, along with my two sisters, Debbie, Joe and Pepper,

we celebrated "Big Man," as Bill used to call Willie. 

I haven't heard him refer to our son that way for a while, but I'm sure he still does on occasion. 

Willie had a nice day, working at school but knowing that when the work was done, he could start ten days of spring vacation. 

We ate pie for dinner and pie for dessert---Second Avenue pizza pie and marionberry pie/raspberry cheesecake while visiting and watching the Stanford, UConn women's NCAA game. 

Willie and Debbie have seen last year's National Champion Stanford play in person three times this season in Spokane.  

Each game ended in a win. Not so last night as UConn edged the Cardinals and moves on to the National Championship.

Today we celebrate Bill who, along with his twin sister Margaret---each year at this time---catches up a bit with me.  

For the next couple of months we can say that I'm just two years older but that will once again change in June when he once again realizes he married an old coot. 

The rain has put a damper on outside fun, but I'm sure he'll find something to do. Then, we'll go to dinner and probably watch some more basketball. 

 

Yesterday I repainted my metal hummingbird and flowers.

This year, the yard art will honor Ukraine. 

Yesterday was a pretty active day for our doggie trio, as they went to the hay field to play their first game of Chuck-it for the year. 

The dynamics are different without Kiwi and with Miss Bridie.  Turns out that the only dog who gets really serious about Chuck-it is Liam.  

Little Foster carries around a ball in his mouth and practices growling with his mouth completely full. He's actually pretty good at getting out the "g-r-r-r's."

We have to keep an eye on Foster because when we're not looking, he may hide his ball, just like he does bones. 

Meanwhile, as Bill flings the ball, Liam would run and jump himself silly if we'd let him.  Sometimes, well maybe quite often, one has to tell a Border Collie "that'll do," whether it's sheep, geese or Chuck-it balls. 

Yesterday, Bridie established her role in the Chuck-it dynamics.  She runs shotgun with Liam as he charges off each time in full pursuit. She doesn't appear interesting in running him any competition.

But she would run all day alongside her big brother.

I don't think we'll be playing Chuck-it today, and I have a feeling we'll have a few restless dogs with the rain. 

We do need the moisture, and it offers another reward---a slight break from the endless yard work.

I'll take it. 

Happy Saturday.