For the lack of updating to this blog lately. As those who faithfully read this blog will know, the foot has recently moved into a new house. And in the process of moving the foot has somehow misplaced the battery recharger for the double A batteries that are used by the foot's camera. So until the recharger is found amidst the boxes, there will be no new pictures of the foot.
This is very unfortunate - the foot has been engaged in some blog-worthy news of late - painting, house work, yard work, you name it. The foot has been busy but there is nothing to record these momentous events.
Please say a prayer for the foot at church on Sunday morning, that it may find the battery recharger and record these events for the historical record. The foot thanks you for your prayers.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Pulling stumps
The feet have been engaged in a massive struggle against the stumps in the front yard. Here is a picture of the feet posing with some of the vanquished stumps - I call it 'stump art'.
Here's a stump that was prepared for the vanquishing - the roots were exposed with a garden spade.
And then I went to work with an axe. Here is the foot in the moment of victory - pushing the stump from the ground after the roots had been severed.
Here's a stump that was prepared for the vanquishing - the roots were exposed with a garden spade.
And then I went to work with an axe. Here is the foot in the moment of victory - pushing the stump from the ground after the roots had been severed.
Deep sea fishing
The feet went deep sea fishing on Saturday. It was a father's day gift to Leo Sr. Leo Sr did not wish his feet to receive publicity so there are no pictures of Leo's Feet Sr.
Here's the boat that took our feet fishing.
Two generations of Leo's feet pitting their wits against masses of footless creatures. Could there be any doubt as to the outcome? Of course not - the feet caught about 14 pollock between the four of them. The fish gladly gave their lives in the knowledge that they would die in such close proximity to perfection.
Here's the boat that took our feet fishing.
Two generations of Leo's feet pitting their wits against masses of footless creatures. Could there be any doubt as to the outcome? Of course not - the feet caught about 14 pollock between the four of them. The fish gladly gave their lives in the knowledge that they would die in such close proximity to perfection.
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