The ladder has got to go back to our friend Dan, but for the moment it sits in the back yard. Next spring we will have to purchase one of these for ourselves. There is gutter work and roof work to do. It was a cold week compared to those that came before. There was frost three nights. But many of the days were sunny like this one and so the kids have played outside at mid-day. Marcela raked the piles of leaves and, shortly after this picture was taken, I put them in a lawn bag. I would like to compost them. We can use the soil.
For the fall and winter we switched the kitchen table back to the end-against-the-wall set up. It leaves more room in the kitchen for the kids to play. Yesterday Maxim did not want to go to her dance class when we got there in the morning. "I don't like to dance the whole time," she said. The school is getting the girls ready for the Christmas show and they practice a lot. "That's what dancers have to do," I told her. "Sometimes they don't feel very much like dancing, but they go and practice anyway. That's how they get good." She thought about it for a minute or two and then said, "Ok, Daddy, I'll go this time." I told her I was proud of her. Noah and I went to the coffee shop
while she danced. He walked along the front of the baked goods display and said, "I want this and this and this and this and this." I bought him a banana muffin and me a bagel with cream cheese. He ate the bagel, I ate the muffin. We are facing a small pet crisis these days. Bones somehow got fleas and before we realized it, he had slept in our bed and Maxim's bed and Noah's bed and on the couch and on just about every carpet in the house. We treated him a month ago and the buggers seem to have jumped ship and found their way to Noah and Marcela. About a week ago, they found their way back to Bones. For now, Bones is banned to the first floor, we vacuum every day, and wash sheets and pillows all the time (I even vacuum Bones some times). When we go away for Thanksgiving, we will treat the carpets with borax. Poor Bones. He's 17 and barely has the energy to scratch. The cut light of November is here and the kids cannot wait for snow.
The ladder has got to go back to our friend Dan, but for the moment it sits in the back yard. Next spring we will have to purchase one of these for ourselves. There is gutter work and roof work to do. It was a cold week compared to those that came before. There was frost three nights. But many of the days were sunny like this one and so the kids have played outside at mid-day. Marcela raked the piles of leaves and, shortly after this picture was taken, I put them in a lawn bag. I would like to compost them. We can use the soil.
For the fall and winter we switched the kitchen table back to the end-against-the-wall set up. It leaves more room in the kitchen for the kids to play. Yesterday Maxim did not want to go to her dance class when we got there in the morning. "I don't like to dance the whole time," she said. The school is getting the girls ready for the Christmas show and they practice a lot. "That's what dancers have to do," I told her. "Sometimes they don't feel very much like dancing, but they go and practice anyway. That's how they get good." She thought about it for a minute or two and then said, "Ok, Daddy, I'll go this time." I told her I was proud of her. Noah and I went to the coffee shop 
while she danced. He walked along the front of the baked goods display and said, "I want this and this and this and this and this." I bought him a banana muffin and me a bagel with cream cheese. He ate the bagel, I ate the muffin. We are facing a small pet crisis these days. Bones somehow got fleas and before we realized it, he had slept in our bed and Maxim's bed and Noah's bed and on the couch and on just about every carpet in the house. We treated him a month ago and the buggers seem to have jumped ship and found their way to Noah and Marcela. About a week ago, they found their way back to Bones. For now, Bones is banned to the first floor, we vacuum every day, and wash sheets and pillows all the time (I even vacuum Bones some times). When we go away for Thanksgiving, we will treat the carpets with borax. Poor Bones. He's 17 and barely has the energy to scratch. The cut light of November is here and the kids cannot wait for snow.
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