Our Baba’s day this year was nothing if not a sign of parental arrival. Half of the events of the day were exactly the stuff of my dreams, pre-parenthood: kids bringing me a breakfast tray in bed; my making pancakes for ’em; us going for a hike and a
Our Scotland desk has reported a “Closed” sign over at the comments window. So THAT’s why everything was so quiet! Scads and scads of you (meaning like maybe one? two?) have been clamoring to say something, anything, and have been rebuffed! By the server upgrade, or some php5 snafu, or
Pops with the most recent of his three grandsons, Castro Valley, CA.