There are some new Rylie photos up on Flickr. I’m a bit ridiculous with the camera, so for you family and friends who are dying to see her know that’s it updated several times a week (and sometimes several times a day).
a conversation with my father
“You know, I think that mobile was Danny‘s.”
“Really? Well, I’m not giving it back.”
“No, seriously…’member you had the Mother Goose one?”
“Do I remember?”
“Yeah…Dan had the King Cole one and you had Mother Goose.”
“No. I don’t remember.”
“Well…you were really little.”
“When I had the mobile? Yes. Yes, I was.”
It’s slow around here this week, and I am not complaining. Curt or I or both of us has been sick since Christmas Day and we are hoping this is the week we kick “it”. The 4-Runner has officially bit the dust to the tune of $4,000 or a new-to-us vehicle, so the Boy will be happily shopping for another one (another 4-Runner) this week. We plan a memorial for Old Grey with lots of pictures from the sand dunes and snow. He so loved that truck. I will be k-nitting (my secret project) on Wednesday and that’s it. No more. No nothing planned. Nada. This may be the week Curt and I run out of things to talk about.
But then again, just when I think perpetual silence is on our horizon the Boy comes up with genius like this: “If you had to drink one thing- with no adverse effects- for the rest of you life, what would you pick?” Brilliant question. This is why I married this kid.
My answer, without hesitation, is Tropical Punch Kool-Aid…sugar version. Yours?