Some visitors
Samuel has been packing on the lbs. (not that he’s been eating larger portions). You can see it in this photo taken today out on the back porch with two of his grandparents: Karin’s dad and Carol (Karin’s dad’s girlfriend).
We ate burritos together. Karin’s dad, who rides his bicycle for dozens of miles every day, decided to fry the soft tortilla shells in the hamburger grease. The effect was that Karin & I had to sleep for several hours after the visitors left the house.
Why is Samuel being held by non-immediates, you may ask.
What about the COVID, you may ask.
Indeed.
The answer is that sometimes people just hold little Samuel no matter what. And today it enabled Karin to cook and me to mow the front lawn.
We had visitors on Tuesday, also. Our church’s small group held its last meeting of the season out on the porch. We all sat many feet apart and talked over the traffic and factory noises. Two fans blew, but the temperature, which was in the high eighties (Fahrenheit), was still a bit much. Ice-cream, when we tried to eat it, melted quickly. Through the porch screen, we surveyed the dead grass on the back lawn that I’d raked into piles earlier that day in conditions even more brutal.
Four days later, the live grass is longer, and those piles remain.
We ate burritos together. Karin’s dad, who rides his bicycle for dozens of miles every day, decided to fry the soft tortilla shells in the hamburger grease. The effect was that Karin & I had to sleep for several hours after the visitors left the house.
Why is Samuel being held by non-immediates, you may ask.
What about the COVID, you may ask.
Indeed.
The answer is that sometimes people just hold little Samuel no matter what. And today it enabled Karin to cook and me to mow the front lawn.
We had visitors on Tuesday, also. Our church’s small group held its last meeting of the season out on the porch. We all sat many feet apart and talked over the traffic and factory noises. Two fans blew, but the temperature, which was in the high eighties (Fahrenheit), was still a bit much. Ice-cream, when we tried to eat it, melted quickly. Through the porch screen, we surveyed the dead grass on the back lawn that I’d raked into piles earlier that day in conditions even more brutal.
Four days later, the live grass is longer, and those piles remain.