Well, that is retirement for you! Nothing to do! No lesson prep. No grading. No committee meetings. No personnel issues ("Personnel issues" is such a nice way to say. . . . Never mind!)
Oh, there is a grandson; the latest one. There is, in fact, a whole stable of the little critters. The latest one is like an eager colt with semi-cooperative legs, but with record-setting ambitions.
The sewing machine has been to the shop, and is humming like a Tesla. Mari has made serious excavations into her quilting stash. Our dining room table, which for years was a worktable in a bakery on Water Street in Decorah, Iowa, is a well-traveled table. It acquired a Scandinavian-style trestle at our home in Decorah, moved with us to Tucson, then back to Iowa, again to Tucson, then to the Twin Cities in Minnesota, and is back in Tucson, again. It has, once again, been commandeered as a quilting table.
"I have to hurry!", Mari said. "The little critter is growing so fast!"
(She didn't say, "critter". She said, "The little dear". I said critter. I'd have gotten him a bridle.)
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