I was on my way to story time at the library when Iris fell asleep.
It was 10:15am— a horrid time for her to nap— but I decided to walk a little longer.
I went down the Ti Haul trail to where it overlooks the wetlands of the nature preserve,
fiddling with the color settings on my camera and texting to pass the time.
Iris only slept 45 minutes.
I had to bring a package downtown. Iris spent some time chasing pigeons. They were not terribly afraid of her.
It’s her favorite meal.
She is learning that mustard is a condiment and not the main course.
It frosted last night.
One orange tomato hung upon the withered vines.
Five glorious months of tomatoes and it came down to this
last
tomato.
A plaintive baby sign: More! More!
There are no more tomatoes.
Iris & I hiked up Mt. Philo.
From the top, there is a good view of some Charlotte farmlands,
Lake Champlain, and the Adirondack Mountains of New York.
It was a little chilly out…
…but it was not too cold to play in the sandbox.
I was brave enough to ask to take a photo. Why is it so hard? Ideally, I would have been brave enough to ask the doctor to pose as I wanted. As it is, the audioscope is distracting. I should have asked Dr. Stadtmauer to hold it in her left hand, vertically, and use it in a way that shows her profile. I knew that at the time, but I was too afraid to ask. Maybe next time. But how much of a doctor’s time am I allowed to take up asking her to pose? (Yeesh, it costs enough money to go there…) In addition, due to the orange cast of the walls, it is virtually impossible to remove the orange glow from the people in the image. Poo.
Mom & Dad & Dan left today. Family activity: split & stack wood. Iris got to know her uncle Dan.
Dad hardly came inside except to eat. I gave him a pair of $12 gloves for days’ hard labor.
Everyone wore hearing protection. There were no arguments.
Mom gives Iris a slice of Syracuse apple.
