We had a swell time with Paxton and Everett today while their parents enjoyed some grownup time with friends. So I am feeding Everett and he falls asleep in my arms. He is laying on my lap with his hands resting on mine. His little hands with dimpled knuckles and pink fingernails resting on my beat up paws, veiny, thin skinned and wrinkled prompted an obvious observation. He is at the beginning of his journey and mine winding is down. I am not complaining only happy to participate in his life and the lives of all my grand children. His brother is making progress in potty training and was a success with us, needless to say was quite proud of himself.
We binged on a new Netflix series "After Life", staring, written by and directed by Ricky Gervais and a terrific ensemble. At first, the accented and colloquial language takes a little heavy listening. Penelope Wilton (from Downton Abbey) is particularly outstanding. This starts slow in the first few episodes and but grows on you and keep saying, one more episode. Then you cannot stop till the end. This becomes more like reading a good book with each episode equaling a chapter in a novel. It is that kind of series. If you get the opportunity, watch it.
Short one today
all for now
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