Tim Horton, Tim Hortons, and the first Tim Hortons

Yesterday with Denise we accidentally ended up at the first Tim Hortons, which also has a museum showing all sorts of things from back when Tim Hortons was just called Tim Horton. There was also a statue of Tim Horton. At least Bob’s picture is dignified.


We came to Canada to see Denise, and are having an amazing time.


This busy lumberjack pushed his bike (rather than rode) to the kitchen counter, then STOOD ON IT to reach the top of the cabinets and see what’s in all the drawers. Grey before my time.

Hall of famer

A few weeks ago, my father-in-law (also named Bob Ring, not to be confused with my husband Bob Ring, and no, they’re not junior/senior) was inducted into the Cattaraugus County Sports Hall of Fame. The call for nominees stated: “Nominees should have at least 20 years of success as an athlete, coach, game official, sports…

Big potato, little potato

Grant and his cousin Isaac being babies together. Grant was a pushy tater, and kept trying to knock Isaac over. Fortunately, Isaac was tenacious and kept hanging in there. Grant is fixing to turn two soon, and Isaac turns one!

Big cub

Sometimes even a big cub running a fever needs to get into a safe spot to rest.

Little cub

Sometimes even the boldest, pushiest little potatoes need to come sit in mama’s feet to assess the play situation.


Well. Winter broke the kids. They’ve forgotten how to Spring.