Hey everyone, come and see how good I look!Continue reading “Look, look, looky-look!”
Yann talks to the cats in front of me. It’s cute because he’s inclusive: he signs simultaneously so that I’ll understand him, even though the cats don’t.
He asked Enfoiré the Perpetually Hungry:
Yann pointed to a row of pickle jars on the bottom shelf at the supermarket and asked, “Have we had these? Where they good?”Continue reading “That’s a dilly of a pickle.”
I’ve owned a robot sculpture for years now, handmade by my uncle, and given to me as a Christmas gift. This pseudo-bot measures less than a foot tall and weighs about five pounds. Its got wrought iron arms welded onto a steel box, topped off with a vacuum tube head. For years, it’s purpose was to stand there and look cool.
Until now…Continue reading “Chronically unmotivated.”
On Wednesday, Yann reached another milestone: the anniversary of his conception. He celebrated the usual way, turning it into a destination Birthday. Last year, we were at the base of Mt. Albert Edward. The year before, we were in France. Before that? New Hampshire.
Anyway, you get the idea: August is a good month to have been birthed.
In the time of Coronavirus, we had to be low-key with this year’s destination and tote a pump dispenser of hand sanitizer. I also brought a chair, binoculars, and at least twelve articles of clothing even though we were gone for just a night.
So, where did we go?Continue reading “A short distance overseas.”