I guess the North Country isn’t the only place where dramatic changes in temperature occur overnight, with little warning. Case in point: Yesterday afternoon we stepped out of the car into 90 degree sunshine. (Weren’t we all wearing sweatshirts and turning up the heat last week?) Today, the high is predicted to be a mere 65.
Variety is the spice of life, right?
Papa and Meme (my father-in-law and his wife) left this morning while Jameson and I were sound asleep. Their visit was brief, for sure, but it was nice to see their faces. Between us taking off across the country, and them spending 6 months at their vineyard in New Zealand every year, visits can be few and far between. Last time Papa Bruce saw Jameson, he was a baby squirming across the floor, wearing a sleep sack. This time, he was entertaining them with his fabulous soccer abilities (he’s just figured out how to kick the ball… sort of) and impressing them with his obedience when instructed to eat more broccoli. What a grown up boy.
Now, once again, the house is empty of all guests. With its relatively clean status, given the thorough job I did only 2 1/2 days ago, I think our Monday will consist of rest, sewing during a nap (I hope!), and a trip to the library. Dinner will be sandwiches.
Sounds perfect to me!