A K Kind of Day

K is for kwap-ola, krud, kurses! I updated the software on my airport extreme today, because a little window popped up on my screen telling me I had to, and now the airport is kaput. I can't get anyone to fix it before Friday at 4:00pm. So...Kwap-ola, Krud, Kurses!!! Obviously, I'll only have very limited access to the internet until then, so I'll be reading when I can. I'm around - just silently so. (As my brother would say - it's a Kraptastrophe!) 

Now, on to better things... 

K is also for:

Kids

Above, that kid, Dodgie boy. In front of him my kid sister, Care and in front of her, our kid brother Bill. (We're walking down the 150 - 200 year old wagon road that leads from the top of the hill to the valley, of course at our parent's place. The only maintenance that's done to the road is a good mowing every so often. Amazing what good shape it's in after all these years.)

Our kid Dodgie in the trunk of an enormous old tree. It must have been impressive when still alive - it's by far the biggest trunk we've seen in all the woods around the house. 

"Hellllooooo....anybody up there?"

I know, I know - this photo is a bit blurry...

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xoabb

expect anything!