Wednesdays are errand day for us. We usually visit the local thrift store, Second Chance, that is open Wed-Sat and run errands. I scored a book I have never heard of, but the author(Francis A. Schaeffer) and publisher(Crossway Books) together alone was enough for me to spend 15 cents on it(half price .25 sticker!).
We run whatever errands need running.

We shop sales at Safeway and grab bagels and yogurt for lunch which we take to Grandmas. I sit and have coffee at the table while my mother hurries around tending to my children because she WANTS to. They are fully capable of eating their own lunch, but I think my mom thrives to offer drinks, wipe faces and pick up crumbs. I enjoy the coffee.

The Abbotsford International Airshow is taking place this weekend 2m N of our home, which means all day today and tomorrow we get the USAF Thunderbirds and CAF Snowbirds practicing right over our house. As cool as this is for the boys who are living up in the treehouse yelling and jumping as the jets go over with excruciating noise, it is hard for little ones to nap! At times it seems the jets are barely over our treetops and when one banked over the house a couple years ago, we actually saw the pilot. It is exciting for the boys(and Daddy) to see all the military aircraft, of which they know each one by heart. F/A -18 SuperHornet. the C-17 Globemaster, CF-18 Hornet, F-15E Eagle, Hercules, F-16, B-52 Stratofortress, Osprey, all really neat to hear and see.
Comment of the Day:
We were walking back to the van in the Safeway parking lot and a older, kind looking gentleman was walking beside us smiling. He said boisterously "Wow! Are those all your troops? Your children?" I answer "Yes they are!" He said "I have served in three wars and I am not half as brave as you are!" I answer "Oh no sir, you are much brave than I!" I wish the parking lot would not have been over 90 degrees or my boys would normally go shake his hand and thank him for his service. Three wars! THAT is a brave, honorable man. He shouldn't sell himself short, if he only knew...
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