My husband remarked that our son and heir, who turns 25 this week (I know, I know, I don't look like I could be the mother of a twenty-something, thank you all in advance for your kind comments) is more than half his age now and will be for the rest of their lives. It seems like only yesterday that he was a tiny infant, talking before he was fully even born (I kid you not).

We bought him the birthday gifts he had requested, which were incomprehensible bits and pieces for his Computer Array, and also the birthday gifts he needed, which were a couple of pairs of serviceable khaki trousers.

Our son would wear clothing until it had long, fashionable rips in it if someone didn't stop him, and most of the time, nobody bothers to stop him.

Down at Turning Tide Cottage, now that our son and heir is working again, we are involved in the Vehicle Two-Step again. I had rather hoped those days were over, but here they are again.

The dance works like this: Chris drives me to work (or I walk, depending on my inclination and the weather), and then my son picks me up, or I catch a ride with Will or Tyler. Or I walk home, depending on the weather, time of night, how heavy my briefcase is, and so on.

I'm the one who gets to walk, because I'm the only one who can. I shall have to convince someone to go down to the ancient root cellar and get my bike out, and that may give us all another option, though I haven't ridden in a long time.

Things will Work Out ... they always do, somehow.

Well, I stopped over at Jean's for a bite to eat and a glass of cheer on Friday round supper-time, and Jean told me about one of the Redoubtable Baldrick's recent adventures. Jean is the queen of adventure herself, but in this case, 'twas the cat that had the fun.
It seems that Jean was having some plumbing work done, and the lady plumber was doing her thing in the bathroom. Jean was outside fussing in the garden, and Baldrick was alone and unsupervised. Normally, one does not have to supervise a cat; that's part of their charm and appeal. But during her absence, a squirrel took a one-way tumble down the chimney, and Baldrick ... who couldn't have weighed more than the full grown, adult squirrel ... pounced.