Golf Cart Watering

This is another genius Angle-rigged- up- thingamajig.  This tank sits on the back of the golf cart and we use it for watering plants that we've planted in the greenhouse and flowerbeds.  Not only is it convenient, it's way fun!  I love the stuff that they've come up with to make life easier around here.  I'm pretty sure this family could write a fabulous How-To book on gadgets to make your work easier and more enjoyable.

The boy can't get enough of filling up the tank with a hose from the campground.

Once your tank is full, you flip the switch and you have water!  It's got a regular garden nozzle on the end of it.  Tyson and I (okay, I for the most part but I think that is mostly obvious) planted this flowerbed this week.  It was so windy I can't be sure what will even come up and what seeds were carried away.  It should contain some nice lavender and a bunch of random little flowers.  It is lined with Marigolds around the edge to deter the deer because they don't like them.  This is just another interesting and fun fact that I have learned in my Angle orientation.  Stick around, someday I'll share my entire wealth of knowledge with all of you.

So after we were finished with the flower planting and watering, we decided we should hop on over to that Killdeer nest and see if there was any action.  Action happened, let me tell you.  Remember before when I was saying the mother bird had an alarm system but no course of action to follow through?  Well she has been studying up.  We were walking over to the nest when she came out of nowhere, screeching and dive bombing us!  I had to remain calm because I had the baby in my arms.  Tyson was shouting, "IT GOT ME!!  IT GOT ME!" as she flew at our heads at a high rate of speed!  Then mother bird veered off to a few feet away and threw herself on the ground in a crumpled heap as if she was injured and continued to screech. As if I could be lured over there to check her out. Folks, I do not like birds. They are creepy and scary,but this place is just crawling with them so I have tried to enjoy them. I knew this day would come.  The day when a bird would attack.  Yes, I understand she is a mother and I'm not blaming her.  But this won't keep the event from haunting my dreams at night.  There will be no more updates on the Killdeer nest.

After the attack, Tyson needed to go to his happy place and find calm.  He dug in the sandbox while Andie and I sat in the golf cart and looked out over the lake.  The lake picture above is from that vantage point, in Big Rick's yard. We are lucky to have this beautiful view after such a hair-raising event.  I think we will be able to move on and find peace now.  Although Grandma Norma has one of those clocks that makes a bird noise at every hour.  We may not be visiting her in the near future.

This is when babies attack.  But it's not so frightening.

Family Work Day

Wednesday our little family all worked together in the store with Big Rick.  The store was closed through the winter so there are some things to do to get it ready for the season opener. It will be stocked with food items, clothes, fishing gear and such.  We also sell gas from here.  Brian and Rick showed me how to work the machine to sell gas, but I have not done it solo yet.  Eek!  It's been a LONG time since I had to learn new job tasks.

Rick and his dad spent the day working on a leak in the minnow tank. Big Rick takes about a million calls a day--questions, business arrangements, what are you wearing, etc.

My chore for the day was pricing the apparel and putting it out on shelves and hangers, under the watchful eyes of Andie and the dead fish on the wall.

Tyson busied himself with many things, cleaning the floor included.

Once again he has no pants on.  He claimed he spilled water on them.  I have concerns that he is the guy that doesn't wear pants, ever.  Every child has the odd habit or two, but some do carry over as they age.  Please Lord don't let this habit be one of them.

One evening this week Jenny took me out in the boat for a ladies expedition.  We had planned to do some exploring on some trails a few miles from the resort, but the weather was yuck. So we just took Ava out to meet her grandparents.  Jenny was brave enough to start driving a boat last year.  I have no intention of learning in the near future.  Maybe some day down the road when I have mastered a couple things around here that are a little simpler.  I attempted to some trimming with the weed whacker this week and failed miserably.  I may have cut off the power to the neighbor's well.  I need to get a firm grasp on these small tasks before I go driving a huge machine across the water.  Don't even get me started on trying to dock the thing.  I have to go eat a Tums just thinking about it.

The Angle Was Made for Little Boys

I was looking through our photos and I realized that every file includes at least one picture of Tyson on a machine or something with wheels, either driving it or sitting in the driver's seat wishing he was driving it. It's as if God designed this place just for him. What more could he ask for than 10 different ways to get from here to there?

Sometimes your ride needs some work.  I'm sure there is a joke in here about how many men it takes to fix a jeep, but I'll leave it alone for now.

My favorite part about this picture is Big Rick in the background.  It looks like he's reading the instruction manual while Tyson is about to take off on the lawn mower.

This is a double-whammy.  Cousin Lane and a motorcycle.  2 favorite things in one.

Here he is concentrating so hard on driving the boat that he isn't even looking where he's going.

Little guy.  Big machine.

There are times when your dad is the motor.

And then there are the times with no machine in sight so you just have to crawl through a stack of tires to feel  like you're getting somewhere.