I haven't turned that page yet, but with seven days to go, I'm pretty close. This has been a great week, a great way to end this chapter. Today was particularly nice. It sounds dumb, but I really enjoyed going food shopping with the Tiger.
He hung from the front of the stroller, his sandaled feet (Star Wars) dangling from the bottom bar. I pushed him through the aisles, with his head pressed against my chest, so that I could lean down every minute or so and kiss the top of his sandy hair. Of course, he wanted to buy everything in the place, and I was firm about 75 percent of the time. I mean, does he really have burning need for coffee filters? Every so often, the little devil would try to sneak things into the basket, thinking I wasn't looking. It was always so obvious. He'd get a sly look on his face, like "I'm pulling one over on my old man." I'll let you in on a secret...sometimes, I let him.
These are the moments that I want to remember and cherish.
I just killed a bee's nest in Josie's old Ford Escort, which has now become either the world's largest beehive or the world's largest (and ugliest) paperweight. And the "w" key keep jumping up on my typewriter. It's becoming a pain in the butt. Good thing that I killed bees, not wasps...
Now I have an orange cat playing with my feet, looking to be fed. Must go heed my master.