Talking to the Owl

Still no baby.  We’re spending the gorgeous evenings riding to the pond and playing on the little state beach - even after the lifeguards have gone home.  Hopefully this weekend I’ll post another announcement. 

I like that metaphore - no lifeguards.  I see it as taking responsibility for my own adventures - good or ill.  Intellectual adventures - seeking new challenges and mentors.  Family adventures - having that new baby even though it means more years of diapers, more 4-year-old opposition.  So I see myself now on the cusp of many changes with no need for a lifeguard.

Meanwhile, I’m listening to Pandora and it’s a lot of fun.