The Three of Them

So these guys are all in Florida. The boys, the young ones, have been gone since last Sunday. Michael went to retrieve them and will come home tomorrow afternoon. I'm so happy.




Kindred tried his hand at taking photos. He did rather well. Here's an example. (Don't worry, I'm pretty sure he wasn't trying to get my face in the shot.)


By the way, I haven't made a decision about the blog yet. And my dad is doing OK, all things considered. I called him the other day and it was really loud in the background. When I asked him where he was, he shouted, "Hold on, I'll pull over." When it was more quiet, he reported that he'd just needed to get out for a minute. But he can't drive for several weeks after the heart surgery. So he had taken the riding mower for a spin. Poor guy.