Good news: boy likes to play with my meditation cushion. Bad news: here, he set it up as “a movie” to watch. I will invoke the fifth amendment on the topic of whether or not I, ahem, from time to time, ahem, allow him to take in the animated/visual arts.
Le Dejeuner sur l’Herbe, only with way more dirt than herbe, Berkeley, CA. After a harrowing tour through a poison oak hedge — okay, maybe I’m exaggerating, but only a little, and no, nobody got any, thanks to Baba’s code red terror alert vigilance (“Don’t even LOOK at the verdant
Out for brunch with DadDad at a local diner frequented by me mum, many years ago. Â Therefore it’s a sentimental favorite. Â Pops reaches for something to sweeten up his coffee, and contemplates the various colored packets containing faux sugar. “Let’s see: blue, pink, or yellow?” Â he asks no one in