I’m not even going to keep apologizing that I don’t write more often here. I don’t write more often here! Wish I did! Bless you!

Events of note? The political demonstration in my front yard was interesting.

I share a wall with Ben Bernanke, the Chief of the Federal Reserve. Might not have mentioned that, ever, except for that these couple hundred people already knew it, and then we were on the news. My mother called, exclaiming, “Wow, so that’s what it’s like to live in the big city,” having just watched the 11 o’clock report. So, there you have it. I’m fairly sure my little blog won’t garner it any more attention. You can probably read about what these folks wanted/need if you google around enough.

It was all very orderly and American actually. The buses arrived, they shouted and bullhorned and waved their signs, they gathered up their stuff and they left.

All that said, the event birthed another Ruby gem, when she asked “Who are all these bad people?” We explained that they weren’t bad people, they were just passionate about their message for “Mr. Ben,” and they wanted to communicate with him. Her very simple question?

“Why don’t they just call him on the phone? I was playing out there.”

Eagles, Life’s Been Good

Ruby was drawing at the table the other morning, waiting to leave for school. I was upstairs, running a bit behind with the little one. I heard, on my way down, her say to Shaun, “…and this is your penis.”

Scribble, scribble.

I didn’t want to leap over to the table to see it…but I certainly thought that was an interesting artistic choice.

They kept chatting and finishing up breakfast and Ruby finished her masterpiece. When my scanner is up and running, I will share the picture with you. It’s a keeper for sure, as well as the accompanying descriptive text.

When I was able to get hold of the drawing, Shaun handed it to me and said that I had missed more of the conversation. He pointed out the key parts of the picture (none of which are particularly identifiable), and said, “Ruby tells me my penis is also a boat.”

It has certainly taken us to some distant shores, let me tell you.

Styx, Come Sail Away

Dear Internets,

Look what happened when I was asleep (see masthead)!

On Easter, I woke up and I had kids.

What happened to those babies? Shepherd will be one year old this month, and I will be one hundred and four.

Would you like a story?

How about some squash?

Come by anytime!

Love, Amy

Fairport Convention, Who Knows Where The Time Goes?