In Denver: temp. Hot sky blue no clouds
Traveling without a computer is harder than I thought. My fingers now write with the keyboard, without it I have a different stream of thought. Not worse, just different.
So, I found this computer and decided to log in. Outside at Jon and Jen’s scratching the soil to plant grass seed.
Ruth and Gabe are, as are all grandchildren, wonderful. Ruth has complete sentences, if you can follow her language. I drank it all. Where my pink sunglasses? Where my grandma? She’s also two. Everything, even the moose, Merton, that I brought for Gabe was immediately hers.
Gabe’s a delight. I held him right after I got here. gotta go. back to the grass