In early March, my now former wife, Beatrice, calls and asks if I want Choncho, Nanuka, and Scout for a couple of weeks. She has some weekend trips to take and doesn’t want to burden her elderly parents.
Sure. So I drive down to SoCal, stayed for a few days, and we signed the final divorce settlement at her attorney’s office.
Then I got back up here, settled in, and the dogs got adjusted. They know the place intimately. How many dogs have a vacation home? But then there was the meantime, documented below. In the end, they were here for six weeks and I insisted she bring her parents to pick them up and stay a few days, promising I’d cook pancakes for her nearly 90-yo mom (I guess it falsifies the notion that pancakes kill you).
How wild is that? Divorced, and not only do I get along well with Beatrice, but her parents as well.
I’ve had this in the quiver since mid-April. Now fired.
I just got back from my brother’s house where I returned the favor and we built one of his retaining walls this weekend. I’ll post it tomorrow.
That was a fun weekend and thank you for the help on my wall.
Brother.
There’s a post coming up about it.
It was my coolest time in a long time and especially Doug and Han.
Man are you lucky to live next to created family loved ones.