Autumn Notes

It was a very beautiful weekend in southern Chisago County. The weather was swell and the fall colors were in their full glory. If John Denver hadn't tragically died crashing his experimental aircraft some years back, he may have penned a wonderful song about the view from our porch during this glorious time of the year. We have a bunch of maple trees between our house and the road -- this will be the view from our front porch.

I even got some miscellaneous crap accomplished despite my current status as a "handi-capable" person. Basically, I put my little fishing boat away for the year and also somehow managed to find some of my winter clothes and jackets that I had ingeniously put in the very back our rented storage unit. Actually, I just sort of pointed to where everything was and my little brother had to dig everything out on account of me being all gimped-up and what not.

The fine people from Perry Excavating finished backfilling around our foundation last Friday and are installing the septic system and putting in some driveway material today. The picture below basically represents the view from our dining room.

I am standing on a pile of dirt looking northerly toward our foundation and stuff. Henry glares at me.

This is the little pond swamp dealie on the northeast corner of our property, near the road. We are thinking maybe in a few years we can clear a little skating rink for Henry and his posse to play broomball on.

Below, Henry chills out in the massage chair at my folks house. Just like everyone else, Henry likes to unwind after a long day of eating finger foods and being awesome.

Henry is a pretty avid walker now. He can also eat a whole piece of toast without us cutting it up for him. He does bites all on his own. Amazing. Henry has been courageously battling some diaper rash recently.

Also, what is with that Sven Sundgaard?

Go Twins.