Catching Up

Hope you all had a fine holiday! We did not do much, but Honey did have several days off and that is always most welcome!

I believe I have mentioned that Honey is Canadian by birth, and one of his favorite things from the Mother Land is fries with gravy, also known as poutine. Honey and The Girls had been having a hankering to check this place out for some time, so we headed over to Ann Arbor to give it a whirl. Unfortunately for Mousey, poutine is not legal on her keto diet at the moment, so she opted out of a big basket of temptation. Sad face emoji 😦

They had many, many different toppings for the basic fries.

I had my fries with gravy and cheese curds with pulled pork, Honey and The Ab-Cat were purists, strictly fries, gravy and cheese. While I enjoyed it, I don’t feel like a meal of fries contributes to my best self. It was pretty heavy and would have been a better side dish. Was a fun experience though!

Honey spent a good chunk of his time tweaking with the pool while I maintained the grass and weeds until this happened.

SHEESH!! I was standing in our raised bed, WITH NO SHOES ON, reached out and down to grab a handful of weeds and looked between the greenery and saw a black black snake a couple feet away. If I am not mistaken (or shall I say missnakin’!) this snake, or a relative, has lived in our back garden for some time. We have met before and have both slowly and respectfully gone about our business when both parties discovered one another, and that is what happened here.

The other snake startled me, and when I looked over the retaining wall to get a better look it raised straight up out of the bed at me!! The nerve of that little light colored hussy!!!!! Honey said maybe it was protecting babies. NOT HELPING HONEY!!! So there you have it, why I can never garden in our snake infested garden again.

Since they made fireworks legal several years ago in The Mitten, The Fourth has been a very colorful, very loud night. They are now sold in parking lots all across the state, no Meijer’s or O’Reilly’s left behind is their motto. Our next door neighbors have always had a display for their friends and family, even before they were so readily available. In years past we have learned to roll up our solar pool cover to prevent the burning embers from melting holes, and sure enough, at about 10:05, I asked Mousey to lend a hand with the rolling. After the rolling had commenced, the Girls and I stood on the deck and watched and listened to all the festivities going on all around us in various subdivisions. Mousey stated that this is what a war zone must sound like!

Meanwhile, in the house we had our Fearless Defender.

He wishes you a Happy Independence Day. Weenie. The elder felines were all holed up in our bedroom, as they always are. They make no claims to being tough guys though, and therein lies the difference.

Honey had this past weekend off as well and we worked like rented mules. He trimmed the miles long hedge in the back and I raked, scooped and bagged the clippings. The next day we tackled the front yard, which I am sad to say we could not even remember how long it had been since it had seen the blade of a clipper. The burning bushes have a big comeback to make. They were taller than the windows, and are now sticks with sparse vegetation. If there is anything we learned from The Polar Vortex fiasco a few years back, is if you cut bushes WAY BACK, they will rebound. They should anyway. Well, fingers crossed.

The Boy and The Dane have been very good to send regular pictures of the new grandbaby! It helps immensely since we will not meet her until August. She is settling in very nicely! I think they are in love!