I had to go to Vermont to see snow…and granted it was only two inches. The snow was pretty and a piece of winter…until the rain sent it on its way. Tomorrow 50 degrees is coming. Spring perhaps?
We came to Vermont to meet our new grandchild. He has been putting up with us shoving our faces in his face for a week now. Since he is almost three weeks old, that is just about 1/3 of his life. Wow. By the time we leave, he will have lived beside us for half his life. Be strong, little one.
It is fascinating how a newborn so quickly and yet slowly evolves from a crying bundle of noise to an aware human being, who begins to discover the world. He has already discovered that hands are great things to suck on, if he can just figure out how to make them come to his mouth. He finds that his eyes can focus on Mom and Dad and his mouth offers just a hint of the smile that will soon peek through. And of course, that age-old knowledge, handed down from generation to generation, unspoken but highly effective. If all else fails, cry.
Then we must not forget our grandcat, Charlie Murphy. He is the great protector (see below).
Soon, we will continue on the road for what I think of as the travel season. Plans include many trips to the cabin in PA, train hopping through New England, a month or so out West, and at least two weeks on Cape Cod. Most of these trips will probably end or begin with a check in with the grandbaby. He’s not getting rid of us that easy.
Retired and on the move... 