red-handed

Victoria Day, so we went to Lake Ontario Park to wait in multiple, endless lines for bouncy castles while acting as landing pads for thousands and thousands of (seemingly senseless) Mayflies. Ever blow your nose and have a Mayfly come out in the mix? O, summer cold. Also in attendance were lurching multitudes of families without sunscreen or dental plans. And one llama.  On the plus side: we arrived early, before the all the main hoo-ha, while the park was still sort of a park. And it only took us half an hour to drive the two hundred feet to the exit.  We also had hot dogs.  Of course, Oona loved it. 

Always difficult to track down what is what after a sale , but I've started to repopulate my shop .  *     *     *     *     * Did I tell you that I carried home this chair? I carried home this chair. This chair put out on the street. It weighed a THOUSAND POUNDS. But hey, it was only four blocks. As for the two bags I was already carrying, I simply tied them together, over my shoulder. No trouble at all. Did I mention that I was also corralling home a mendacious four year-old? WHY ARE YOU SO SLOW, DADDY? WHY ARE YOU CARRYING THAT THING? Because your mom, passing me on her way to yoga, told me that she liked it. Cracked arms bleeding their terrible, terrible bear tears. Anyway: she plans to recover it. *     *     *     *     * Finally, I have updated my LinkedIn profile . It is much, much more professional now. Time to get with the program, DJB! *     *     *     *     * Oona and I went to the libary the other day. Or tried to .  *     *