Bad Blogger

I’m sorry. I’m trying to catch up…really I am. I could give you…14 reasons...just off the top of my head to explain where the hell I’ve been…but I won’t.

‘Cause I’m not the type to complain.

(Waits patiently…arms crossed, tapping foot….for hysterical laughing to quiet down)

Well.

Here’s a photo to remind us how cold and gnarly it used to be, lest we forget:

This hose was a brilliant idea of yours truly to catch the rainwater for the flowers in the greenhouse at Connor’s old school. As you can see, I hadn’t quite thought it through for the winter months…

Connor took this photo of the mama duck that had her babies in the courtyard of the school. See that one little duckling on the right? The one that’s screwed up the duckie-family’s perfect “V” shape? We I named him Muk. Muk was adorable. Muk was fearless. Muk was a rebel.

Here’s another shot:

Where’s Muk? I swear…that mama duck’s head did more 360s than Linda Blair in The Exorcist looking for that little guy. One day, we needed to throw down some gravel in various spots in the courtyard, so I had to ask Taylor to come Muk-sit….’cause there’s no way I was taking responsibility for stoning that little bit of fluff.

Every time I looked up to check, Taylor (and subsequently Muk) had moved to another part of the courtyard. Muk had this habit of running so fast, he’d fall down…it was freakin’ hilarious. Taylor still likes to tell the story of Muk running lightning-fast right over Taylor’s foot….and more than once.

Muk got himself into a lot of messy crap…and since I didn’t think I’d be such a good role model naming the little guy “Crap”, we went with “Muk”.

Mama duck spent a lot of time cleaning her babies up:

But, where’s Muk?

Ah. I should have known.

So this Memorial Day weekend, try and be a little more like Muk. Try getting a little dirty…run a little too fast…and never listen to your mother.

C’mon…you know you really want to.