Fishing with Grandkids & Friend
Two days of fishing just around the corner of our point yielded 15 bass in short order, lots of action! The three boys kept me busy getting fish off the hook and into a bucket. /im
Latin (tem-pu̇s-ˈfü-git): Time Flies
Two days of fishing just around the corner of our point yielded 15 bass in short order, lots of action! The three boys kept me busy getting fish off the hook and into a bucket. /im
Dane and I as we’re waiting to checking at Oasis Church kids classes.
Brunch at one of our favourite spots, Stella’s on Provencher where we had the “usual” Mexican Breakfast followed by a walk in the park.
You never stop worrying about your kids. How could you? They might be older but they’re still running around unsupervised! Emoji -> 🤣
A coupe of shop project creations from the boys. Keeping the photos for posterity. Fate of the creations is uncertain. ☹️
My Grampa, my dad’s father, built this for me when I was a young boy, about 8 or 9 years old. The toolbox came with a saw (original still in the box), a hammer, screw drivers, pliers and a number of small glass jars containing various sizes of nails. I still have some of those Read More …
A story from the Cottage Build. So, one day after my dad and I had finished working for the day we were relaxing in the RV and participating in what was commonly known in our family circles as “the cocktail hour”. Generally, the “hour” was quite loosely defined. All it really meant was pre-dinner drinking. Read More …
Lifted from Daily Day, so true and encouraging. Today’s email could just be this wonderful little verse from the classic George Strait song. Because it captures perfectly what we need to be reminded of today and always, as we embark on this difficult but wonderful job. Let me tell you a secret about a father’s love Read More …
Gin and Tonic that is! This is a memory from my teenage years while at our cottage on Brereton Lake in the Whiteshell. It was the custom at the time when families got to gather for dinner that there would be a cocktail hour. I suspect that I was underage but my parents allowed it Read More …
This is The Piano. It’s been in our home for over 20 years now and yesterday it gave me a very bitter sweet surprise. When I first met The Piano it was in the home of family friends, the McKenzies, who lived on Niakwa Road. Our families would visit back and forth over the years Read More …