This is one of our neighbors, in disguise.
Friday was our Oliver day. Once a week we pick him up from his school when it gets out and bring him home until someone gets him. He likes playing with the kids down the street, or with the one hiding behind a mustache. But when we got home it was cold. The wind was blowing and there were flurries. No, it was inside today. Joan and O watched TV while I listened to internet radio in another room. We took him over to the Laurelwood across the street. It's Oliver's favorite restaurant, probably because it has a play place for little kids. Plus he also likes the corn dogs and the tater tots. Joan and I each had a burger. Oliver's mommy's new partner, Bevin, cruised in as we were paying up and the child was exchanged.
Then the Olympics. Speed-skating and ice dancing. I can hardly bear to watch the ice dancing because skaters fall. It's nerve-wracking.
