The Great Cookie Caper

Chow Mein Monday

It was hot and windy out on Sunday so mom, Hank and I headed out to the courtyard for some fresh air and sunshine. Always looking for a project I decided we needed to water the plants on the patio. So we filled up the watering cans, tiny ones for Hank and Mose, two big ones for me and we set to the task at hand. Hank was all about dumping the water out fast and furious, with little regard for the parched plants. Mosey was a spendthrift with her water, sprinkling it on the marigolds a few drops at a time, the water a precious resource.
She moved like a turtle in a dress, hovering over the plants, inching along and checking the soil. Meanwhile, Hank couldn't get his little watering can filled fast enough, then dumping half of it on his shirt before he ever got to the planter. Then back for more three more times before Grandma had even begun.

Roses and Airplanes

Mosey and I had a little picnic the other day near the Lake Harriet Rose Garden. We had a fine time eating some cheese and fruit , a few crackers and some tamari almonds. Simplicity itself. I even brought along tin plates, cups and cloth napkins to make it really feel like a post-war picnic. We sat on a bench under a huge old oak tree and watched the planes fly overhead, one after another. They were low and loud and mom commented on every one: "There must be an airport near here." My response each time: "Yup, there's one not too far away." Another plane, another loop of an endless conversation.