Vas Gibst?

Tiny house is once again kid-less, kind of like empty nest deja vu. It just gets too quiet, especially without Yukon wooing for food all the time. No grandson getting into everything or helping "Ginging" (his name for granny Phos) make some of the best pumpkin bread I ever had. He is quite the baker. The granddaughter has a lot to say, and is starting to fledge, so soon she'll be running amok throughout the house.

We also had two grandpuppies, both adorable of course. With our kids, their kids, and dogs packed into the tiny house a pleasant sort of mayhem ensues. Of course all things must come to an end and like the last moment after the grand finale in the firework display there's that period of dead silence -- that is what the tiny house is like.

It was fun though. Got to cook up a storm, even making breakfast (my usual breakfast is a Kimchi noodle bowl and a Dr. Pepper, made some Chili Rellenos, even made fish for lunch - my daughter, son, and I are the only ones that eat fish, so it's a good excuse to grill up some Mahi-Mahi. Got out to the Rio El Mirage, a nice local Mexican restaurant giving my stove a much needed break.

Hope you all had a good weekend -- enjoy your families, the visits , the conversations because to me that is what life is all about...