Dragging thru the rest of winter and happiness of babies

Everett and Uncle Andrew

Everett and Aunt Shannon

Well we have endured the Polar Vortex, ice storms and 6 inch snowfalls.  But still we prevail.  I am genuinely sick of the weather and looking forward to milder temperatures.  Considering the catastrophe of climate change driven tornadoes in the south, we are fortunate. 

Its Sunday morning and Shannon stayed over for her usual weekend visit.  She insists on watching Handy Manny "Bike Episode" for her first TV selection of the day. Of course, Beauty and the Beast will follow.   Despite the drippy/windy day, all seems right with the world.

We cared for Everett our newest grandson last night while parents and older brother went to the Monster Trucks.  This is he and Shannon snuggling and Uncle Andrew (from a few nights before). I was really out of baby practice when this one arrived and felt a little unsure of myself in his care.  All that is gone now.  I'm a decent feeder and rocker still remembering the baby dance from all the kids before him.  Holding and rocking him provides me with contentment that words fail to describe.  He falls asleep and is relaxed with little mouth hanging open, truly magical. 

Stephen Colbert's presidential barbs are so many,  they have ceased to be funny because this isn't a funny situation, alarming would be a better adjective.  It is becoming difficult to watch.  Cory Booker was on and is a highlight.  He seems to be relentlessly positive and a happy warrior.  Unfortunately, he doesn't have a snowballs chance in that he is young and African American.  

Watched an amazing small film recently on Netflix, titled The Boy Who Harnessed the Wind about a
young man that invents a wind turbine to extract water from the village well to provide irrigation to his arid farm and feed the starving village.  This is a true hero and genius from humble beginnings.  If you have this service, look it up, time well spent.

My 69th birthday is coming up, really no cause to celebrate, on the very short side of 70.  I suppose the real gift of retirement is the time to ponder small things and feelings.  Life's business got in the way before.

all for now