Monday, March 24, 2014

Possum

We noticed the smell on Wednesday. We had been cleaning and preparing to host a family dinner on Friday. I thought the smell was coming from the washing machine.The darn front loader always gets that yucky mildewy smell. 

But after cleaning most of Thursday, the smell was getting worse, not better.We hosted dinner, unfortunately the smell was with us throughout the evening. The next morning we got up, and went to Erik's baseball game. After the game, Erik I took off to run errands, both boys have outgrown their shorts, shirts and pants again. If anyone wants to take my children shopping for clothes or shoes, we would be thrilled!!
While I was out, Casey and Pedar prepared to climb under the house to find the smell. Pedar got a "Breaking Bad' outfit from Emigh's, donned his mask and went under the house. Casey talked to him on a walkie talkie while Pedar was under the house.
Pedar found a possum. The smell started to dissipate, but it still lingers. We're hoping that there isn't another one under the house. If the smell doesn't largely improve in the next two days, Pedar may have to don his suit again and go possum hunting!
For three weeks now, on Sunday afternoons, Casey has been attending Holy Communion class at St. John's. He only has one more class and then he will have his Holy Communion ceremony on April 6. Pedar has taken him to his previous classes, so I took him yesterday. Parents and kids are learning a lot about the beautiful ritual and why we take communion. Pastor Frank answered so many questions on Sunday. He was so patient and loving to our kids. He is such a gem!

We ended our weekend by Skyping with Margery, Art and Rita last night. We got to see her walk and she said, "Hi!"
We love Skyping with you! Can't wait for the next time!!

2 comments:

  1. Dead possums aren't much fun. For many reasons. :)

    But I just love your cute family. Just so you know.

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  2. Oh thank you for taking photo of Rita on the computer screen during the SKYPE session with Margery. It makes me feel like I was there. Love Nana Bailey

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