Either no one has missed my absence the last two days, or everyone is too kind to pester me. I'll assume it's the latter and that all of you have a giant hole in your lives from my lack of posting. I'm sure some of you were worried sick about me but were too polite to call or email. You can exhale now; I'm fine, just had a couple of full days and no time to post. On the flip side, I should probably be worried about my regular commenters; maybe some ill has befallen them and they assume I'll notice that they're not around. I hope no one's lying at the bottom of their basement stairs unable to get up or accidentally locked in a closet where no one can hear their cries for help. Well, I know Sheri-Lee is fine because she just celebrated her birthday, and I saw on Facebook that Siobhan has an excess of open wine bottles, so that's probably her excuse. Everyone else: if you don't comment on this post, I'll send a search party.
Anyway, these pictures were actually taken yesterday at my parents. The kids had no school, so we spent the afternoon over there. It was a lovely day and the kids ran around outside most of the time, driving tractors and the re-vamped tillacter, jumping on the trampoline, and playing on the zip line. The bonus pictures below are from the car graveyard at the back of their yard.
This picture is from a pickup truck that's not as old as the others - I remember my Uncle Jake driving it. Old vehicles always make me kind of sad. I think of how excited someone must have been to buy it, when it smelled new and was all clean and fresh and how proud they must have been to drive it off the lot and to show it off. That's why we never get new vehicles; I don't want to hurt our existing vehicles' feelings. Well that, and we hate car shopping.