The Minneapolis Public School teachers are on strike. This puts my two granddaughters out of school. Today the three of us, plus Kaia of course, motored to The Little House for a couple of days. It's a delightful opportunity for some bonding time. While grandpa pointed out a number of things on the drive he resisted the urge to provide long, complicated, male lectures to substitute for school lessons. Kaia and I left S.D. in mid-December and this is our first return but, she had not forgotten the routine. She even got her annual shots at the vet, which she hates, as we passed through Brookings.
The Old Folk's Home doesn't know that one of its inmates has flown the coop. Which brings up an interesting bit of today's conversation in the car. The granddaughter's family have a flock of six chickens in their backyard. The six chickens are of four varieties. In response to my question about various personalities among the chickens they gave a clear enumeration of the traits of each chicken. With the large flocks of chickens we had on the farm when I was a child we never were observant enough to notice specific chicken personalities.
The Little House wintered well and the propane I contracted for at $1.51 per gallon last fall for heating seems like a real bargain these days. No frozen pipes this year.
Takk for alt,
Al
Today's random: The Little House with snow another year.
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