Los Angeles, California: A solo trip to Los Angeles. DT has remained at The Manor. Something about a tee time and a meeting. Neither of his appointments require my presence, so I put myself on a plane to see my grandchildren.
Just a quick visit; just a few days.
Lucy (10 months) is cutting a top tooth. She is feeding herself finger-foods as fast as Lisa can put food (tonight: roasted cauliflower, roasted potatoes, pita bread with hummus and fresh tomatoes) on the high chair tray.
Her brudder, Leo (4 in August), is busy with summer camps and swimming lessons. A charmer. Sweet, but all-boy these days. Leo will still cuddle for a moment or two and allowed me one lullaby tonight (Janis Joplin, Oh Lord, Won't You Buy Me a Mercedes-Benz... I must have crooned this song a thousand times to him.) It won't be long before that little tradition will stop. Leo's getting old enough now to realize his Bubbe can't sing.
Until my next update, I remain, your grandmotherly correspondent.