and counting... and counting...
Was fourty weeks really this long last time? I don't think so. Well, I've started my nesting, so it can't be long now. This weekend, while Tracey guarded the dependents, I attacked the leaves in our yard. They put up a good fight, but were no match. Afterwards, Tracey told me that next year, merely mowing and bagging will not be sufficient - next year, we've got to rake so the children (Tracey) can jump in the leaves. I also had opportunity to make a safe home for our cars (cleaned out the garage). And freed up some space in the office for more crap to accumulate. Overall, a very profitable weekend. Saturday, Melinda and I had swimming. She's ready to swim the English Channel. If only the swimming instructor would quit singing, "Wheels on the bus" - she'd be better able to concentrate. She does love to swim. Give her something to hold her above water and she'll paddle wildly. When she gets an opportunity to wear a life jacket, she's completely ...