{Note: Computer problems nixed last night’s post. My apologies.}
What is a perfect life?
This weekend we are all over at my sister’s for various family events. It is a busy, rocking household under normal conditions, but with grandparents, cousins and other relations all present, “plan” is even more of a four letter word.
The living room is strewn with toys and clean-up consists of shoving the mess into a corner to reduce tripping and breakage. There is a known set of activities, but the logistics change without notice, like cloud formations on a windy day.
