I wish my bike/motorcycle could write. My buddy borrowed it for the past week and took a huge rip on it down through the states. They went down to the Tail of the Dragon, then over to Alabama to visit some sort of museum/motorcycle museum.... Alas, the KTM is rad, but it doesn't write. I haven't quite seen them yet, though I know they have returned and back in Goderich. The weather here has been terrible lately; hopefully it was better for them.
Thanksgiving was fun. Lots of family getting together and such. Missed out on a lot of good picture opportunities - but got a few of Molly and her cousins. Count'em. That is 5 red heads out of 6 children.
And one of the lone cousins who is anything but red-headed. And funny enough she is the one whom I wouldn't mess with.... The one whose disposition would be more like a red-head. But they are all great of course no matter what hue their head is.
Other than that - I helped Barry a bit on the Thanksgiving weekend clearing some fence bottoms and fields. He had some burn piles to take care of. Since I know a few things about burning and the best fuels to take care of a pile of brush - I tagged along. An important rule most might forget; bring a beer or two to enjoy whist watching the fire burn. I actually still have one more fire to light out at Shelly's farm to finish off a few tree trucks and other mess that has accumulated.
So it is onto report card writing. I seem to be quite busy with school. Much, much busier than the last 3 years combined I bet. The days just seem to go very quick, and there seems to be an incredible amount of stuff to get through.
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