Full house

The special Fourth of July camp session is in full swing. I texted our neighbor to tell her that we have three additional dogs and sorry about the barking. No worries, she wrote back, we have two additional poodles!

Tootsies

Joan commented on Wednesday’s post that she makes her own sweet potato chews in her food dehydrator. What does one do with a food dehydrator other than make sweet potato chews? I became curious and googled. I found a page for 20 dehydrator recipes and another for 40 uses for a dehydrator. Banana chips! Kale chips! I found a not too expensive dehydrator on Amazon that had excellent reviews and placed it in my shopping cart where it slept quietly overnight. I didn’t want to make an impulse purchase. But zucchini chips! Eggplant “bacon”! I should have waited another day or so but I couldn’t resist and bought it yesterday. Fruit “leather”, here I come!

Like rabbits

I have now lost track of the number of helicopters that Phillip owns. They have seemingly multiplied and taken over most of the surface area in the kitchen. His skills have certainly improved but he still spends more time fixing the helicopters than flying them. Or buying parts on Amazon. I’m grateful that my hobby requires nothing more than my Kindle.

Ship ahoy

I don’t remember why Phillip took the canoe out into the pond, but he was smart to bring a navigator.

Memorial Day

I was going to take a DD vacation day until Phillip came downstairs dressed in his Air Force uniform, ready to march in the parade.

Afternoon nappies

How adorable is this?

Beautiful music

This is from the same “roll” as Tuesday’s photos. Look at that young man I married!

Models

I’m not allowed to call Phillip’s helicopters “toys”. They are “models”. He recently bought not one but three mini-copters and he has another on loan from a guy at work. They’re all charging on my kitchen counters; it’s quite a mess.

I don’t complain. Why? Because I am a saint.

Whirrrrrr!

Phillip has had this remote-controlled helicopter for several weeks now and he’s really getting good at it. It puts out quite a breeze and here he is drying my green onions. He’s so thoughtful. The boys are not fond of it, particular Stanley who runs out of whatever room the helicopter is in.

Poor Stanley.

270°

south

east

north – and not too happy about it.