On Father's Day

It's hard to get started on a journal entry when there are too many ideas at the ready. I could write about how my day has started: Pecan-bon and coffee :-) , the cards I've gotten from Vicki and the kids and the cats(‽). I could write about what I anticipate doing with my day. This is the kind of free-form day that a journalist (in the most literal sense of journal) should feed on: no specific appointments, perfect weather, a good wireless connection so I can sit outside watching William trying in-line skates for the first time.

I've taken a bunch of pictures and several movie clips of William. Vicki is helping him remove his skates now, and Beth will get a chance to try.

I'm sitting on the front steps with my back to the door. Socks came to the door behind me, and mewed loud enough for me to hear her. I let her out, and watched as she wandered among Vicki's plantings nearby, perhaps awakening memories of her long-distant past as an unloved outdoor cat. The robin that nests under our eaves made loud and repeated expression of her discomfort with our proximity. A catbird came to harangue Socks, but I listened in vain for it to mew.

Our friend De De loaned her in-line skates to William recently, hence this morning's excitement. I went to the shed to get an outdoor chair (must remember to latch the gate again, since I locked myself out and had to walk around the back way) and got back to find Beth being helped along by both Vicki and William. Time to take more pictures.