The bike rack arrived, so we’re ready to load up for the drive to Idaho tomorrow.
After the second lumpectormy, my own rack has been given the all-clear, too. Vacation time! Radiation doesn’t start ’til mid-August, and I will cross that isodose when I come to it. In the festive mood that’s permeating the household, the bots have been conducting business as usual.
From the Bathroom:
Mbot, perched on the toilet, expresses concern about using too much toilet paper, because it is Bad For The Earth. “We don’t want another tree to die, Mom!” He calls out, bare butt hanging halfway down to the water in the bowl. I consider myself Earth-friendly, but considering what’s in the bowl, I’m more than willing to say sayonara to a giant sequoia if that’s what it takes.
“How do they get the giant tree into the office?”
Me: “Into where, Sweetie Piglet?”
Mbot: “How do they get the giant tree into the toilet paper making office?”
From the after-dinner popcorn party:
Gbot: “Can we plant these (kernels) and grow a popcorn tree?”
It’s not exactly The Lion King, but it’s the circle of life nonetheless. It feels good to be rolling again.