Well, it’s August now, and as I write, my daughter, her husband (of whom we are very fond indeed; he’s a sterling chap), and our three grandsons (ages three, six, and just-turned-nine) are in an Airbus 350-1000 somewhere over Mongolia on their way back to their home in Hong Kong.
It was lovely to have them here — well worth the effect that three weeks of chaos can have on a pair of seventy-ish retirees and their usually tidy home — but now the lovely Nina and I, having blinked back the tears of parting’s sweet sorrow (in N’s case, wholly unsuccessfully), will be catching up on sleep, getting the house back in order, and returning to normal life, which in my case still includes occasional scribbling here at the blog.
Back soon. I hope you all are well.
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If I’m not mistaken, didn’t your son also visit Malcolm? I seem to recall that he’s involved with Major League Baseball somehow (you once provided some link featuring a broadcast of his). Anyway I hope he’s well.