Saturday. We needed lots of groceries. After a leisurely breakfast, and with U in a good mood, we ran some errands together and then headed to Woodman's. U was in a good mood, but evidently it was not a mood for grocery shopping. Don pushed the cart around the produce section while I alternately ran in circles after U or held him while he squirmed to be put down. As we began down the meat ...   more »

Overheard at Woodman's East grocery store. I'm shopping for canned tomatos. Whole, because I heard enough people on the Food Network saying they're closer to the goodness of fresh because they're the least processed. That makes enough sense to me. Lately that's the only kind of canned tomato I get, and I pour the can into a bowl and crush it with my fingers, rustica, for those nice naturalistic tomato chunks, a la Mario Batali. And unseasoned, natch.

Anyhoo.

Teenage girl is talking on cell phone, trailing behind her mother, who is pushing a cart. "I'm still not done ...   more »

After going out to the Coppertop for breakfast to celebrate our wedding anniversary, we stopped at a playground we noticed on Segoe Road.

A boy of about three ran over to meet us, smiling. He approached Ulysses, who was smiling at him, too. As they neared each other, they slowed down and then stopped, their faces about a foot apart. "Hi, baby! Hi!" said the boy. Both faces were lit with curiosity and eagerness. I marvelled at how naturally adept they each seemed to be at appropriate social interaction, the way the boy had stopped at a distance that was ...   more »