Now it's Home!

Today the official Welcome Home act was completed.  Look!  

Too bad the score didn't reflect my shareholder pride and excitement, but, shucks, 

a little thing like losing can never tarnish the Cheesehead love.

 The deer were not quite as enthralled as hoped, but they are so accustomed to all the local team 12 banners around this neck of the woods that maybe they just don't know how to react.

 If only they would munch on the dandelions while we wait for the grass to get green again. 

 Not much of interest to chat about.  Al has been working on a garden cart and building window seat benches for the sun room.  There will be a follow-up report soon. 

 We've been in garden heaven with apples, pears, tomatoes, strawberries, raspberries, and blueberries.  If only we could grow chocolate bars. 

 I've just been lolling around, like always, waiting for the next meal.  

Can he bake a chicken pie, Billy Boy?

 He can grow potatoes in buckets,

 He can bake those same potatoes,

 He can whip up a dynamite chicken pot pie,

 He can gussy up can the ubiquitous Billy bookcases so they look like they were built for the space.

(The empty space will have a TV, just as soon as it finds its way out of the box and hoists itself up on the shelf.  Maybe one of the DIY shows will do it while we aren't looking.)

And he can catch the morning dew on the roses.

Didn't I marry well?