My folks finally got their act together last week and headed to the family estate in Lanesville.  As my father said, “It’s not much but… well it’s not much.”

Still, playing hillbilly has its charms.  Not least of which is sleeping outside in the summertime.  So good.

Another charm was meeting our neighbor, Roger.  He’s cool so I showed him my fist-eating trick.

And guess who came for dinner?!  Oma Ina, that’s who!  She worked so hard in the herb garden that I gave her a little smile.  That’s my other trick that keeps ’em coming back for more!  (wink wink)

All those tricks can be tiring business and if there’s one thing I’ve learned in life, it’s how to take a break.

But sleeping 23 hours a day isn’t easy — you need serious discipline to end up like this…

Still, when I wake (preferably in the middle of the night while my folks are in deep sleep), I tend to have a lot on my mind.  Profound questions… Onesie or shirt/pants?  Throw up now or wait a little bit?  Scream or wail?  Is that… is that a face?  And who’s that hairy guy next to Mom?