Like a Compass Needle

Drawn true North, Daisy's pointy little nose is directed at the door at the bottom of the stairs. Somebody open that please....her boy is home.

And so, soon, will be everybody else. I must ask you please to excuse the lack of posting. Things are changing, people are moving, the telephone is out of order, and repairman expected, and life seems to be moving along, as crazy as ever...or crazier.

True smiles from tiny Peggy yesterday, golden coins of laughter and joy. She finds the world an interesting place and lying in the living room kicking an interesting activity.

We find watching her grow to be interesting as well. So many years since there was last a baby here....the other most recent baby drives a Camaro now and is of great interest to a certain little dachshund.

Have a great weekend. I've got to go move a few hundred recycled soda bottles so the repair guy can get to the modem.