|My Caitlin, painting a box –around 1981!|
We eased into the day. Izzy locked herself in the bathroom, I calmed her down. She was wanting 'privacy', at first. I use Hobson's Choice: do you want to pee by yourself, or do you want privacy.
Locking the door somehow...
"Hold the handle, push it in and twist."
"Doesn't work, Gramma!"
Hold it in again, and twist it the other way. Sweet relief!
|We found a Click Beetle |
on Grampa's fountain!
Grampa came into the TV room to say good-bye. He was off to a funeral for a childhood friend.
I was holding down the fort.
|Dorah was supervising.|
She caught two mice!
She listened to his seldom heard stern tone. Meltdown stopped! Izzy inherited the 'do it myself' gene from Mommy!
We've used up all our allowable bandwidth with our ISP this month. I've been uploading a lot of photos, downloading some videos. It's not surprising. When this happens, they limit your down and upload speed. Unfortunately, every group that sends out a newsletter includes images that must similarly be downloaded. If only they'd do simple text instead. It's poor Web Design 101. So needless.
|We did so much art!|