No"KaCHEEKa!"; life's too short!

What a BEE-E-A-Utiful day! It was stinkin' cold this morning walking my boys out to the bus - it chilled my lungs! But later... Oh my, the blue-est sky you ever did see opposite golden leaves and green and gold fields. Stunning. It is so warm out right now at 3:00 --it must have swung 30 degrees already (C - that's maybe 40 F.)

Little Weston had the coughs this morning, pretty thick. Of course he was certain he couldn't possibly be asked to take his terrible coughs to school in case 1) he got his classmates sick and 2) he would be too noisy. We assured him he could still go as long as he remembered to cover his mouth when he coughed. He finally agreed. I told him to also grab a Kleenex as soon as he felt a sneeze coming on so he wouldn't have to catch it in his hand (like he did yesterday.) He said, "Or, I could just hold it in and let out a little 'kacheeka'! -Oh, that cracked me up! His 'kacheeka' is the sound you make when you squelch a sneeze, so instead of a big "ah - ah- ah - ACHOOO!" you just do a little 'ka CHEEKa'! Oh, that still makes me chuckle! KaCheeka. I said, "no Weston, you just let it out!" That's what my friend Nate told me once when he saw me squelching my sneeze. "Jeany, you just gotta let it out!"

So, on my blog today are yet a few more pics from the mini golf tournament at Rosebud last Friday, and some fun golden evening outside times.

The one with Weston painting shows him focusing on masterpiece number two at Donovan's painting easel. We pulled it out the other day for Donovan, but Weston was hovering, not taking his eyes off anything Donovan did until it was his turn. He did a good job. Then the next day, he wanted to make another. I was surprised that I hadn't thought of Weston as being much of a painter, because his brother has come to be known as "the Drawer Boy" around here. But Weston was really disciplined and original with his work. I need to remember not to box him in.

I'm so grateful for the gorgeous days, even with my stuffy head cold. Thankfully both Weston and I were able to sleep through the night.

This'll be another busy week, of course, but I'm excited. The crisp, hot wind gives me energy somehow. It must be the urgency of harvest. Time feels precious.

I've been thinking a lot about my own death lately and trying to prepare myself for that possibility and wondering how I could prepare my family if it came up.

I think I'm partly in that mode because of my friend Jeremy Tow and his family. He undergoes treatment tomorrow and they are in my thoughts frequently.

Everything has it's season.

Make the most of your days. Let your sneezes out!