Hurray for Hubby!

Well, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t just let our two trees sit there and die. It was a job that was way too tough for me to do alone in spite of my amazing muscles. (ahem!). So, as soon as hubby was back from his therapy thing, I asked him for help.

The trees were behind these partition plastic things the drillers had put to guide the clay down to the drain. It hadn’t worked and the clay had accumulated into this massive puddle. It stinks, sucks any boot you’re wearing off your foot faster than you can say help and is a nightmare to wash off.

It was a coordinated effort between my hubby and I, but the truth is he did the bulk of the work, finally liberating the squashed fir trees from their prison and dragging them to the backyard. Once there, we had to protect them from our curious fluff-balls of dogs who immediately wanted to know what we were up to and then, of course, make holes for the new residents of the yard.

A good couple of hours later, we had planted, fed and watered our trees. We were exhausted and more filthy than I can describe. We stunk like the clay and had bruises and scrapes from the pine needles of our rescued friends.

Planted!

We were also jubilant.

Sure, our two trees are a little worse for wear and sure, they might still die; but we’ve given them a chance. It was awesome.

Only thing is…our yard now has 6 new trees…and it’s starting to look a lot less like a yard and more and more like a forest.

Digging a hole

We’re having a new well drilled in the front of our house. It’s a long story but our old well has to be closed and we need a new one. That means we now have two men along with two massive trucks permanently parked in the front of our house causing an unholy mess.

Yeap, those were trees. As in green.

Don’t get me wrong, we want a well. We do. It’s just that I, for one, had no idea what it took to, well dig one.

This is one of the trucks that are needed to drill this well. I honestly had no idea. I didn’t know there was a difference between digging and drilling a well. I didn’t know it took days and days to do the job, and I certainly didn’t think they would dig up our trees to make room for their trucks.

I know there are people who are dying in the world and two trees are small potatoes next to the terrible things happening…but I loved those trees. I won’t get too mushy but I said hi and bye to them every morning and celebrated their little green growths every spring. This year, Chunky was gaining on Skinny and I thought he would beat him…

Then I came home to find this instead of my beloved trees.

I asked the men where the blue spruces were and, brace yourself dearest gentle reader, they had dug them up and pushed them behind the…messy, clay covered barriers. In other words, they were dying or dead already.

Now, this blog is about happy things, so I’m going to say that we’re really glad we’re getting the new well (eventually). Also, this morning, the cutest little baby rabbit came over though the mess for breakfast and he was absolutely adorable.

He really was super tiny and mesmerized our two fluff-balls of dogs. I had to give it to him for cuteness. He was also super fast! I could barely snap a picture of him before he was gone. So cute!

A lesson in perspective

A couple of days ago, I was moaning about my Day Job and how people can be grumpy with each other. Now that our well has died and we have no water, I’m no longer worried about who I have to work with. They could throw Hannibal Lecter into my job and I wouldn’t care. It’s not even on my radar.

Funny how perspective can change just like that. All I can think about now is how much money I’d trade for a long hot shower.

 

 

Adorable odd friends

I was all grumpy today because my car is getting fixed and it’s still not finished and my hubby showed me this video. It just made me grin like a silly kid. So cute!

Just because I’m ga-ga over baby animals

This is self-indulgence at it’s worse. Be warned.

 

These are just a few of the super-cute pictures from Wicked Aww Pics. I just love them! don’t you? Aw…so cute!!

Ah…hope

Finally, we’re seeing some signs of Spring. They’re so lovely, I can’t put them into words.

Okay, the last one wasn’t a sign of spring. It’s just Ocean enjoying the sights of spring, especially those of chipmunks.

Where I can’t watch

Warning: there are some mild spoilers on this post about the Series: Game of Thrones. Stay away if you haven’t watched it or dislike any type of spoiler.

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My lovely hubby has been avidly watching the series Game of Thrones. That means, I have been watching it as well.

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I watched Season 7 with a mix of fear and delight. The story is just great and, though there was imminent and present danger, I was able to get through it without having to close my eyes too many times.

However.

Season 8 is proving to be something of a challenge.

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The two episodes we’ve had so far were a delight for me. We had dialogue, reunions and everyone was alive and healthy…The problem is that there is a terrible, terrible battle coming and…well, I don’t think I can watch it.

Bad things are coming…

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It’s really scary…

And, let’s face it, I’m a big, BIG, chicken.

So, what am I going to do? The only thing I can do. Let my hubby watch it, tell me most of it, freak out, wait a while and finally, while hugging my loyal doggies, watch the episode.

Of road trips and dog beds

There was a trip in our future because, since Canada is so spread out, anything you want to buy is at least an hour away. This trip was a couple of hours so, gritting our teeth against the freezing rain on the windshield, we put our boots on and off we went like a herd of turtles.

Several hours later, purchase made, we were heading back when I spotted a Petsmart!..you know where they have all sorts of things for pets?

Not that long after, we were back on our way…with a couple of new purchases.

Yeap. We might have bought these exact beds for our pooches before and…yeap, they’re still very expensive but no one said we had any fiscal restraint when it comes to our pooches.

Besides, they love these beds. Or, at least, we think they do.