postcard, Sunday afternoon

In-between showers, there were walks, an adventure to help Grandma fill the wood-box (division of labour has shifted until after Grandpa’s surgery this week), a bath with boats and ducks, many mandarin oranges, and many stories, including our original copy of Jelly Belly from the 1980s. There was a Skype visit with our Ottawa family. A plastic truck has been pushed up and down the hall at least twenty times since lunch and the older of these grandbabies is still napping under blankets crocheted by my mother for the father, aunt, and uncle of these children.