DH, bless his heart, bought his mom a computer. She took classes at the Senior Center. He has been trying to trouble shoot from a thousand miles away, and finally gave up last night and agreed to just look up a crochet pattern for her. You haven't lived until you have heard a machinist trying to read a crochet pattern to his mom over the phone!
We went for a lovely walk on the riverfront esplanade yesterday. Lots of families out, enjoying the mild weather. Lots of families on bikes. My favorite was mom on the first bike, with infant strapped into a seat in front of her. Then dad on the second bike with the little-kid-tandem-attachment behind him, and the four-year old lad, riding serenely along, index finger up to the first knuckle in each nostril, and a look of zen-like beatitude on his face.
There is a company that rents pedal powered surreys -- little carts with bench seats. We passed several families packed into those things. Dad and eldest son usually supplying the motive power, momma, grandma, grandpa, and three or four little kids crammed into the other two benches. Dad and eldest son sweating like ponies, and everyone else having a lovely time. Except the one that had a couple of teen-aged uncles with about eleven young cousins nearly spilling out the sides. The kids were looking pouty because the uncles were taking their time, enjoying the young ladies in short skirts and summer dresses strolling along in the sunshine, or playing frisbee in the grass, or walking their fluffy little dogs. Oh, the uncles were really savoring the scenery.