Well, golden boy is no more. (Please no sympathy cards. I am having a hard enough time dealing with it.) The pool is officially closed as I just moments ago put the cover over it. Now begins the long, dreary, and dark winter months where we hold up in the house shivering because the cost of fuel oil is so much we keep the thermostat at around 64. (Just a heads up Rick -- we might be visiting you a lot so we can thaw out seeing as how you use wood.)
I would also like to make a disclaimer less sometime in the future a video pops up of me cutting my grass after I had blogged that I had cut it for the last time earlier. We have had a pretty wet summer and fall (17 inches of rain above normal so far) so the grass just keeps growing and growing. I will only comment at this point that I hope that I have cut my the grass for the last time.
Sometime this week we are going to go on our only real family tradition that we have kept year after year -- our annual family apple picking trip. We will pick several bags of various kinds of apples; come home and peel, core, and slice them; then make about 8 apple pies (we give away 6 of them usually to neighbors and friends -- if you don't get one then you know why now don't you), two apple crisps (given to Jaclyn's and Lizzy's teachers as a bribe for good grades and report card comments), and freeze the rest for use at Thanksgiving and Christmas.
Blog you later.
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Hey, sorry about the pool closure. Gabe will have to post how to load videos. I would like to see a video of you all picking apples.
Actually I just supplement with wood. Which I'll have you know is a lot of work (you can't just set it and forget it). We are actually getting Natural Gas lines installed in the next month or so.
As a side note I'd like to say how nice it is to have mom & dad as official blogger members (see comment made on Raffa blog). Nice to see it is only important to comment when our child scores a TD. How about when they get an A on a test or hand out tracks in the neighborhood (does anybody actually hand out tracks anymore?)?
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