Saturday, August 24, 2013 at 9:15AM 
As I have written before, about a week ago Caleb moved out of the house and into an apartment with Monica. For the first time since Jacob was born on December 5, 1974, this left Margie and me living in a house all by ourselves. We are now "empty nesters." And yet, somehow, the nest does not feel all that empty.
"A little birdie landed in it," Margie explains.
Friday, August 23, 2013 at 10:34PM 
He sent his mom home alone. He decided to stay with us for the night. So the plan has changed - instead of me driving Margie into town tomorrow so she can babysit Lynx. I am going to drive into Anchorage by myself. Lynxston will stay here to keep an eye on his grandma, and I will ride the train from Anchorage with the other four and will live-blog my grandsons four hours at the fair with my iPhone.
Then, somehow, before I leave home again I must take Margie to the fair, just her and me. It is a tradition with us. The fair is where we eat our most expensive meal of the year. When we walk about the fair eating unhealthy food, we know summer has reached its end. Except the cob of corn. We always get a cob of corn each. Corn is healthy.
Thursday, August 22, 2013 at 10:14PM 
I have to work my way through a wild grandkid to get to her.
Sunday, August 18, 2013 at 8:40PM 
At two minutes after four this afternoon, just as I was pulling out of the driveway to go get coffee, I saw Lisa driving down the road towards me. I pulled back into the driveway and stopped. She pulled into the driveway, stopped, got out of her car and into mine. We drove off and got coffee together. Four hours later, after she had done her laundry and shared dinner with Margie and me, she gave each of us one hug, then climbed back into her car and drove off towards Anchorage. Fifteen minutes later, Margie summoned me from my office to come in and eat watermelon. As I stepped into the living room, I saw Lisa pulling back into the driveway. She had forgotten her wallet. We searched for it, but could not find it. Then Margie suggested that she look in our car, since she had gone out for coffee with me. She did. Her wallet was there. She came back into the house, gave Margie a hug, and then gave me a hug. That second hug sure felt good. I was glad she had forgotten her wallet.
Saturday, August 17, 2013 at 4:01PM 
Outside, the air smells, feels and looks like fall. Green is still the dominant color in the birch and cottonwood leaves, but more and more leaves are turning yellow and even the green looks like old, worn out, green. It won't last much longer; nor will all that light pouring through the window. I am exhausted, been napping here on my reclining chair with Chicago, the Calico cat napping on my chest, Jim napping on my legs and Margie on the couch. Got to get up soon and go get my afternoon coffee. To do this, I must wake up the cats. I hate to wake the cats up. They are warm and cozy and snug. I hate to disturb them. I can probably sneak away without waking Margie, but I will wake the cats.
