Very tired, full, very sunburned. Got it Monday, blistered today, pretty bush league shit on my part. Great here, as always - toppish notches.
Jane is only walking now, no assists. That's a two day old discovery. Means mobile. Into windex drawer and anything like stairs. She loves the beach, the sand, the Meters.
Her with ducks, high steppin:
She has many bathing suits, admirers and new tricks & toys here.
Like a Steve Keene painting I used to own.
Blue Steel.
Babysitters:
The ultimate fighting machine.
Porch treats:
When asked how long the sandbags on the chrome dome would hold, in minutes:
Four days now, mystery shoes:
Mouthful of boiled peanuts for the peanut:
Wilco will love you baby:
Mr. Miller Chill about to lose his shirt, financing:
Josh and MM are here finally. Transfusions happened, ditto some Knopfler.
Will correct course in the AM. Kisses. Love to the McKennas, horribly missed.
Safe travels clan Bryce, silver tank, record collection.
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