I arrived back home Saturday, May19, and was at work that night. Barb had not changed the locks at our home, always a good sign. Our granddaughter, Madi, who is 1-1/2 years old, had changed a bit in appearance and skills in the two weeks since I’d seen her. Like movement of a sloth or the minute hand of a clock, her progress was imperceptible to those who are around her every day, but was noticeable to me.
Mi esposa, Barb, y mi nieta, Madi
Within three days of returning home, I feel that I need to go down to our cabin in Arkansas to attend to it. (The accompanying photo may justify that feeling.) Completion of my narrative is in competition for time with ongoing chores at home in Kansas and in Arkansas, as well as my job at the airport in Wichita. I hope to post days 9 and 10 today, leaving only two days yet to enter on the blog.
Cabin in Arkansas; starting to mow
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