I was one of those bright eyed young feminists of the the 70’s. I was going to raise my sons and daughters equally, because you know, there’s no difference between the two. Life has taught me differently. If you’ve spent time with me you are familiar with my saying that I’ve had two girls and a shock. A shock, not because he was a surprise – he was very well planned – but because he was so different from the girls.
When the driveway was 30% done, Blogless Marsha very generously left her husband behind, leaving me to live in a house of men. Throughout the day I was gently reminded that there are indeed differences. Yes, that would be a duct taped cereal bag. I might have approached that situation differently. Or have I been brainwashed by the Tupperware parties of my past?
The men have displayed tremendous fortitude, continuing their bricking in gale force winds and torrential rain. It gave them opportunity to incorporate a hundred feet of "big O" drainage pipe into the plans. Yes, it’s called "big O," probably named by a man. I have a different interpretation of the term "big O."
Pictures from the weekend include a gift from Marsha (one of my favourite scarf kits in fall colours), the driveway at 60%, a whimsical addition to our Thanksgiving table, and the mascots – Riley checking around the corner in hopes the coast is clear of alpha female Gracee, and Grace with serious bedbeard:
Life's a Stitch 
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