Shucks and Yummers

Late Sunday night we were discussing what we were going to do for Memorial Day. Jonathan decided it was officially going to be a REAL vacation day and we were going to just have fun. He had declared the lawns can wait, the weeds can grow and we were spending the day doing something besides yard work. Plans included getting up early to pick strawberries (okay, there are a few things that can't wait... but the 2 gallons of berries for jam is worth it), out to eat for breakfast, a family flight in the Cessna for the first time and a visit to his great, great, great grandfather's grave that died on the Mormon trek not far from our home. Sounded wonderful... until 3 minutes later when he went outside to water the dog.

I was washing my hands and suddenly the water pressure dropped drastically. I heard Jonathan dash in the back door and run downstairs. I went to figure out where the water pressure had disappeared to when I went downstairs to find Jonathan shutting off the main water line and... water gushing from the ceiling in the basement. Did we have some struggles watering the dog? Yup. The water line to the outside had busted and we had a large bit of a problem. It is Tuesday afternoon and my last shower was Sunday morning before church. My next hot remains unknown.

So how did we really spend our Memorial Day? It wasn't entirely dashed to pieces. We did get up and pick a plentiful batch of berries. We did go to breakfast and we did get to take a family flight. The other 6 hours were spent gathering plumbing supplies at Menards (the Iowa version of Home Depot) and the evening and wee hours of morn were spent reestablishing COLD water to the house. HOT water has a very indefinite re-entry (new water heater, gas lines run to the house etc. etc. seem to be a few thwarting factors). All I know is that I am grateful for a whale of an ambitious hubby. I am not ambitious. I seek peace and serenity in my life. He zips around in a plane one minute and plumbs the house in the next. Me, well I try not to throw up on the plane ride and I'm a really good PEX tool holder.

Yummers... alas the berry patch is alive!

The aviation service at the airport tows the plane out of the hanger for us.

Buckle up wee laddies!

This is the Cessna. There are four men that are part owners of the plane. Last week Jonathan bought his first share in a plane. So we are now 1/4 owners of this 1963 Cessna. He got his baby and I get mine the 5th of December. His was cheaper.

Jonathan making all of the pre-flight checks... gas was a thumbs up.

Toothless Joe Jackson here loves flying with the papa.

There are only two seat belts in the back of the Cessna so Adam and Andrew got the share. The little guy was sick of not being able to see anything so he took matters into his own hands and wiggled his way out. Adam is my VERY cautious child. He was clinging to Andrew to make sure he didn't go anywhere.

There's the house, and the neighbors white garage. The stone walkway goes through the flower garden on the way out to the garden.

Es mi casa y jardin.

Mr. Magoo graduated from backseat observer to on deck master flyer... in a matter of 4 minutes.

Look Ma, one hand.

He really wanted to get ahold of the throttle, but ya gotta draw the line somewhere.

The keys...

If you remember correctly we have a bit of problem staying awake in lulling environments. See entry on the John Deere.

Similar struggles in the back seat.

Alas we made it home safely. Happy Memorial Day.