Today is our dear son's birthday. He's eleven. We're having Grandma and Grandpa and some neighbors over for dinner and cake. We're making a Moroccan meal. This goes along with school and studying Morocco. If nothing else, it should be interesting. Then it's chocolate cake with chocolate ice cream. This is not Moroccan.
I'm sure you're all tired of hearing about our weather up here, but I'm going to tell you anyways. We have a blizzard warning in effect for Thursday and Friday. 50 mph winds and over a foot of snow. We just got two feet of snow last weekend and it's nowhere near melted yet. Amy Jo, we could use some of that hot chocolate.
Now the blessings, snow is a blessing. It is blessing the ground with moisture and in the bible, snow is referred to as a refreshing. I'm going to try to look at it that way. We were able to find a grain drill for planting oats and it was only $75. It needs a bit of tweaking, but my honey is good at tweaking. We had to let our pick up go back to the bank, but we towed my Grandpa's old truck home last weekend and my honey is tweaking that also. It hasn't been used since 1991, but it has good compresion and oil pressure and fired the first time he tried to start it. It's a 1961 GMC half ton. No four-wheel, I'll have to learn to drive without it. Our son plays the fiddle and his teacher was asked to bring all of her students to play at the Finn Fest in Duluth this summer. This is exciting. It's kind of a big deal up here. And last, but definetly not least, I went and had the taxes done yesterday. I still have a couple of things to fax to our accountant today, but we don't owe this year! Thank you God. Bet you wish you were me, don't you? So blessed. Now it's your turn. How blessed are you?