Letters from Home

Goodbye, Bil Keane

I loved his comics when I was a child. I love them more now. It must have been a good life, helping people to celebrate and remember how good it is to have children around.

That about sums up my life

Paige gave this to me in a frame for my birthday. It’s immensely thoughtful and I savor each detail.

This number was part of a ballet recital 7 months ago. We were a little surprised that this was one of the numbers that Paige worked on in her “ballet team” class. I guess her teacher figured that her ballerinas needed some jazz, hip hop, marching band, and cheer leading technique.

I was born when

cars looked like this.

My people looked like this.

Sideburns looked like this.

Grandpa’s boots looked like this.

My uncle dressed like this.

I was cradled and loved by some of the best people in the world. How blessed I have been.

What we’re reading

I’m always curious what people are reading. This week I finished The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco, I’m chipping at The Prince by Machiavelli, savoring Gift from the Sea by Anne Morrow Lindbergh, and reading (for the first time) Mansfield Park by Jane Austen. It’s my birthday week so I am reading an Austen and Gift from the Sea as a present to myself.

Next time I see you, let’s talk books. I love to talk about books.

Happy Halloween

From Boba Fett

Captain Rex

Darth Vader

and Princess Leia.

Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You’re my only hope.

She spent all weekend working on costumes. It was almost midnight and Darth Laundry was was holding her captive.

Post costume party laundry time capers.

The Number is…

We invented this game yesterday when math got a little bo-ring. I put two numbers on Mark’s face and I tell him the sum. He has to guess the correct combination of addends. There are many combinations for some numbers, so he has to continue guessing until he gets the right one. Sometimes he’ll ask for a hint and I’ll tell him one of the numbers. It’s good fact family practice. He’s pretending to think hard about this one.