Snow boy!

What a week! We've all been sick here, and Chris had to fly off this morning only feeling about 25% well. He's on the plane with John McCain (no, that's not a slogan...) for the next few days as the kissing babies, etc. happens. (Aimee, please accept this as the feeble reason you didn't get a call on your birthday. So much illness, not enough well-wishes! Happy Birthday week from all of us!)

Let me clarify to all readers... Chris is in no way a republican (far from it!) but he IS a capitalist. If all this quality time with a successful McCain is somehow 'sell-able' in some writerly form, he'll be happy. (Or, at least, I will when I'm vacationing in Fiji). So, not to fear Martina!, he's not actually wishing you guys a continued Republican regime... except for purely selfish reasons.

So, he's gone for Super-Duper Tuesday mania, and I'm here in snow-land. Luckily, the Granny Al goddess has descended once more and, boy-0h-boy, was Charley happy to see her. She's so much more game to play these days than I am. (Only because I can no longer bend!).



Here are a few photos from their fun today. They took a nice long stroll and checked out the 'hood.

A rare view of the neglected side of the house. Al is parking in the neighbours back yard to avoid being ticketed, so that's our place with the red brick and lovely blue tarp, (and sagging fence, garbage pile, patched brick, etc...)

Charley enjoys the warm caress of Granny's mittens after his were soaked.
A wee snowbank for a wee boy:
Cheryl: Just for you! Kitty-tumour-balloon is going strong! It's his FAVOURITE thing ev-er!
"Oh, lopsided kitty balloon, how I love thee".

That's all for now. Only a couple weeks left before there will be a new face on the blog. Must get some pictures of the belly on here before it's gone for good.