The Burrow

MOM, Be Careful!!! They weren't happy that I was up one level. I was pretty pleased with myself, however.

And sometimes it seems as if she is looking into my soul. JPetersenPhotography.com

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How about you, you, you? You can come too, too, too. Yes, we're going to the zoo, zoo, zoo. First, we had to finish breakfast, a plan facilitated by Grandpa's spooning the oatmeal into the face. Again with some help from Grandpa,  socks and shoes were added, with FlapJilly supervising. We drove to the zoo, paid our admission fee (their family membership requires a photo id), rode the little train around the periphery of the exhibits, and made straight for the goats and the alpacas  and the miniature donkeys. It took two quarters to release ten tiny pellets of appropriate food; FlapJilly had no fear of being bitten or otherwise touched.  She fed them until I ran out of money. Then we went to the playground in the zoo.  It had big slides and little slides and slides in the sunshine and slides in the shade.  One try on the big and sunny slide was quite enough for the grandkid.   "It's very hot there."   Calling Grandpa onc...

The least expensive way to get from our house to FlapJilly's house includes a ninety minute drive to Phoenix.  Allegiant Airlines flies out of Mesa Gateway Airport, off to the side of the megalopolis.  A one-way ticket takes a passenger directly to the tiny South Bend airport for as little as $72, if you catch the sale on the right day.  You pay extra for everything  - a reserved seat, a bag in the overhead bin, early boarding, soda or chips or pretzels or lunch - but the planes are new and the seats are comfy (if you aren't too wide or long), the flight attendants are helpful and friendly, and the planes are always on time. The down-side is that the planes fly between those two cities only on Monday and Friday, and the flight to South Bend leaves Mesa at 7:30 in the morning.  So, today, we set our alarms for 3:55am and were in the car by 4:15, TBG at the wheel.  I navigated us successfully to the parking lot, we found a great spot, shaded by a tree, and ...

I'm on my way to pay obeisance to the loudest Princess I know. courtesy of JPetersenPhotography I'll keep you posted on our adventures. If you need more verbiage, here's where I was three years ago , just before she was born.

Thanks, Little Cheese, for alerting me to the fact that this had yet to appear! I've tried to come up with an explanation, but I can't.   It's a question no one has asked. Believe me, between the New York Times and the Washington Post and the various  on-line  aggregators I bring to the table, and the televised talking heads of all descriptions who are TBG's companions most of the day, we hear and see it all.  What we miss generationally, Big Cuter is happy to provide. Still, I seem to be the only person who is wondering, and that makes me wonder why I'm wondering... and why they are not... and who are they, anyway. Obviously, Mr. Trump knew that he'd be seated next to Mrs. Abe; he brought a Japanese/English translator to the G-20 dinner at the center of the latest kerfuffle.  Didn't anyone wonder about the rest of the seating arrangements? Who decided that it would be a good idea to put Melania Trump next to Vladimir Putin? There ar...