there’s no place like deary

made another quick trip home to check on the old man.  he looks fine to me.  since there he is climbing a tree with a saw and all.  i think zero platelet man just likes to make my mother nervous.

but, like grandad always says, “how can you have fun if you’re not working?”  no one ever believes him.  well, except for me.  and no one believes me either.  they sure don’t look convinced, do they?  don’t worry, it grows on you.

this is my favorite apple tree.  if it weren’t for it i doubt i would have had any vitamin c my entire childhood.  so i was quite pleased to see it getting the once over.  plus it’s delicious.  seriously, favorite apples ever.  (they’re even pink inside.)

and every time i look at this picture it hits me, “oh no, what have i done?”

i should not be in the business of making girls.  they’re like mini terrorists.

with amazingly cute disguises.

(whatever you do, don’t let any of your boys marry the one on the right.)

consider this the only courtesy warning you’re going to get.  i’m already working on the dowries.  who can resist?

making apple pies.

“look, i’m going to stab myself in the face.  thanks for the knife grandma.”

cousin mister chievous.  we had friends over who misheard introductions and he went by “curious” for the rest of the afternoon.  also appropriate.

please note crazy boys running wildly with sticks.  what could be more fun?

well…power tools.

grandad has it all.

here they are putting the skirting up around the house for winter.  then they cover it with plastic and bank it with mulch.

it’s kind of bizarre.  but that’s how germains do things.  (the opposite of how everyone else does them.)

showing grandad their custom jammies they screen printed at the library.  very clever.

dad and his “hay yurt” he built for the whooping price of $275.  because he didn’t want to buy a tarp.  tarps just aren’t cool.

hay yurts, on the other hand, are so cool.

he’s thinking of selling them if you feel like you need one.  and no, yours will not be $275.  unless you also have free wood and free slaves.  and if you don’t, i’m sure he feels very sorry for you.

i suppose it’s even more convenient when your free slaves also happen to be engineers and architects.  personally, i can’t even do basic math so i made pies and tamales instead.  i like to think i’m still good for something.

i should ask him if he wants it painted….

and after a few days we hopped back in the minivan and drove our 37 week pregnant self back to riggins to pick up daddy at hunting camp.

who actually did shoot a deer.  granted, it was the deer behind the deer he was shooting at, but i’m not one to rub it in.


6 Responses to “there’s no place like deary”

  1. 1 aunt meggy October 16, 2012 at 1:10 pm

    marc shot a deer? weird.

  2. 2 aunt meggy October 16, 2012 at 1:11 pm

    Also, very good to see Mark looking so good.

  3. 3 Anonymous October 16, 2012 at 2:09 pm

    We had so much fun. Glad baby didn’t come while visiting Grand Dad and Grandma.

  4. 4 June October 16, 2012 at 2:41 pm

    Truly enjoyed this dialog of your days spent in Deary!!

  5. 5 mavis October 16, 2012 at 7:11 pm

    i think marc shot bambi. it was one of those, “i’m sorry, but i was trying to shoot your mother” moments. and yes, you may have to zoom in a little, but boy is looking pretty good. 😉 i see you’re finally coming around.

  6. 6 Deanna Cherry October 17, 2012 at 11:25 am

    Fabulous Mark ……. I enjoyed this immensely:)))

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