FILE. Well, what can you say about him. A true renaissance man. Let's just say that if it wasn't for him, we would probably be living in a mobile home still.
Scratch that~we'd be divorced.
Apart from building houses, he takes the kids fishing, gardens, plays trombone and has incredible clarity and objectivity. He's a great guy.
MILE. Inspirational. Her acronym is apropos, as she is always going the extra mile (or miles as the case may be). She seems to always be out helping others or doing some activity for someone other than herself. Kids birthdays? Extra special. Holidays? Extra special. Weekend dinner? Extra special. I think that just about sums her up--Extra Special.
We have the additional good fortune to live a mile from them and see them more often than we see any other relatives. HE and his dad help each other out with various jobs from time to time and we get together with them for dinner occasionally.
The proximity also allows us to feed their dog when they will be gone for more than a few hours at a time or pop-in on short notice for any number of reasons (cookies, my kids would say).
Or when MILE calls to report that she has two little visitors in her flowering crab tree.
So we went over to take a look:
I mean really, how adorable.
What do you do with two baby raccoons?
Well, apparently if you were HE when he was a boy, you take them in and feed and care for them.
I'm not exactly sure how that story ends. We didn't get that far.
Though, when we came home from ooohing and aaaahing over them I walked into the house and said:
"Hon, can you fetch the old rabbit hutch?"
He stood up with a slight grin on his face, shaking his head and began to say something along the lines of: "I knew you wouldn't be able to leave without rescuing them".
But, alas, I am apparently made of stronger stuff than HE thinks, for we left the little cuties in the tree.
One thing we do not need: Pet Raccoons.
1 comment:
You are tough! We have always wanted a pet raccoon!
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