Some slowing down...

Again.

The weekend wasn't as quiet as I would have liked.

Errands were accomplished.

Like getting a few necessities from the grocery store, 

mailing Mom's birthday present off,

(I ran out of wrapping paper, so I used some bright, cheery fabric that was sitting around)

a quick stop at Julie's to pick up some flowers for the weekend.

Then after saying I wasn't going to go down the hill to watch the parade,

I got the puppy eyes from two little girls.

Then dear ole' Dad had to add to the guilt trip about memories of summer, yada, yada, yada...

So Saturday found us sitting along the road in town, in front of Julie's shop.

Eating sandwiches,

watching the old cars,

(Em's favorite.  It's purple.  Brenna wants a pink one.)

trying to spread the joy of flowers with others

and waiting for all those fire trucks and water trucks to hose "you" down and become one big wet mess.

Notice who wasn't right up in range of the water.

It wasn't happening.

At least the girls had fun hanging out with Julie's daughter, trying to convince whoever was on the trucks to soak them until they looked like they jumped in a pool.

It funny to watch and hear them squeal when the streams of water came their way.

Silly girls.

To say the least, everyone was tuckered out and called it a day early in the evening.

But then Sunday was a busy day again after we realized that there were some repairs to be made to the sprinklers in the garden area.  Apparently when preparing the garden, a few holes were poked into the line that feeds the garden.  One would think that the lines would be buried just a wee bit deeper, but not this one.  I just shook my head at another one of those moments of "did they know what they were doing".  I have to wonder at times about the people who did things around here before we bought the house.  I swear I have my moments when I think that buying a preexisting home is not a good idea.

So after a wee bit of digging, going to the hardware store to get a few more pieces of sprinkler parts, a wee bit of yard work, there was just some good ole' sitting on the back patio watching the birds and enjoying the breeze.  Then after a bit there were a few people calling an end to the day early again.

I'm hoping for a much quieter next couple of days here.  My ankle needs it and the poor little baby blanket needs some more attention paid to it.
Cross your fingers.