Greeting from small town Alberta, home of.....
well I'm not sure what it's the home of,
but this weekend,
it's the home away from home of sports boy and his drag along family.

The boy is attending ball camp, and currently dad is with him and I am
enjoying the peaceful existence of hotel living.
I'm really not an "away from home" person, but for short stretches,
it is pure heaven to be away from all external distractions.



So, scroll down to the last picture in my last post......

the broken window is in the master bedroom, a rather large, expensive window,
which became the latest victim of testosterone laden teenage boys who possess more energy and enthusiasm than forethought. It seems that despite living on 4 and a half acres, the best place for pitching practise is outside my bedroom window.
In the past couple of years, this trio of boys has put a boy sized hole in the downstairs playroom wall , broken two holiday trailer windows with golf balls, cracked the bottom half of two mirrored doors and shorted out the hot tub in mid winter.

So, it seems, my lessons and lectures on civilized behaviour are the thing of the past.

The plan is when the estimate for the window comes in, they will be using their boundless energy and enthusiasm around the acreage to work off every penny of their debt.

My gardens will be weedless this summer : )