Well Hello Again.

A few nights ago (actually it was Thursday, 23 December, how can I forget) I was pulling into the farm driveway after coming home from the store in Outlook when something very unexpected occurred.  My plan was to get into the house and start some serious baking to take to Saskatoon with me the next day.   I wanted a variety of holiday treats that might thoroughly impress my new extended family. It all looked great on paper.  But then it happened.  Backing into the spot I use for parking so that I can make an easy forward drive out I somehow totally misjudged my positioning and ended up sliding ever so gracefully down the small hill that sits besides the driveway.  I know!  Don't say it.  I immediately had visions of no baking being done and of coarse, no way to get to Saskatoon the next day.

I went into the house quite disheartened and called Mavis. "Mavis, I'm stuck."  "Call Albert!" was the Roseth family matriarchal command.  Well, I already knew that, but since never having met Albert I was kind of hoping she would do it for me, but no such luck.  The guys had already spoken to Albert and he was prepared for helping out if needed.  He is also responsible for plowing the drive-way so that I can get out, and hauling water in for me when the cistern runs out.  Bless his heart!  I picked up the phone and made the call. 

Not 15 minutes later this huge John Deere tractor, lit up like a small city, came cruising down the drive-way.  Now where can I get me one of those?!  And so I had the great privilege of meeting Albert.  I have yet to meet his wife, Alice.  After doing a few quick drivebys with his big plow and a bit of shoveling I  managed to drive right out of my very embarrassing parking spot.  I felt like such a girl.  I couldn't even blame it on Max for sitting on my lap and getting in my way because I had left Max at home.

I believe that Albert might be a little concerned about my winter on the prairie.  Oh, he didn't say anything outright, however, even though I have their home phone number, Albert made sure he handed me a slip of paper that had his cell phone number clearly written (LOL).  On top of the 20 bucks I slipped him I also sent him home with a dozen fresh baked pecan finger cookies and a bag of "nuts and bolts", or as some call it cereal mix for him and Alice to enjoy.  Thank you Albert.

The really sad part?  There's not but maybe 3 inches of snow here.  Maybe this summer Dwayne will teach me how to drive "his" John Deere with a shovel and I'll get myself out.  Although his is not all enclosed like Albert's and it doesn't have all those great lights!