Grammy is here. And all is right in the world again. Ouest took about ten seconds to warm up to “Leelee” and spent the next two hours trying to impress her with her jumping ability, her climbing ability, her spitting ability, and her giggling ability. Lowe impressed her just by being Lowe. He’s so chill it’s ridiculous.

We have this duck that used to be Ouest’s and somehow I came up with this silly song the duck sings about flying so high, and so low, and all around the world where all the girls from around the world want to kiss him/her. Androgynous duck. I don’t know what starts these things. Desperate attempts to entertain newborns. Anyway, I was singing this to Lowe the other day and somehow my rhyme kept coming back to how all the Mexican girls wanted to kiss him. So yesterday we’re all out on the streets of Barra and two Mexican girls walk by, stop, and ask Ali if they can hold him. Or, to be more accurate, practically rip him out of Ali’s arms. They were in love, and Lowe, he just ate it up. Mexican lady killer.

A while ago I was bitching and complaining about how Ouest had given up on napping. Was throwing tantrums over nap time and the whole bit. I also mentioned how it seems with kids all you have to do is wait a week and everything is different. It is, she now loves her naps again and actually gets excited by the prospect. I say, “Ouest, we’re going to start getting ready for your nap.” And she immediately drops whatever it is she was doing and heads for the door. Weird ass kids. You know, I’ve never been a napper myself, but what I’d give now for that luxury.

Grammy arrived with a new hard drive for me. Ali’s parents arrive in two days with all the rest of my computer discs necessary to get Bumfuzzle rolling again. This website relies solely on baby boomers. Therefore I take back everything I ever said about that generation.

Went out to the boat this morning. It didn’t sink overnight, so we’ll leave it for another day.

This past week we identified about a dozen things that we have absolutely got to get finished on there if we are going to live in harmony. Number one, the outdoor fresh water hose/shower. Number two, the indoor sump pump for the shower. Number three, the engine driven hot water heater connections. Notice a theme here?

Number four, a whole new dinghy davit contraption. Mucho dinero, but going to be so worth it. I hate when I have to think about whether or not to put the dinghy in the water because it is just so much stinking work.

Number five, sleeping arrangements. Ouest, dear, I’m sorry, but you may just be getting booted up to the front of the boat. At least for this season.

There’s oodles more of course, but those should at least get us started. Of course, none of this is actually going to be accomplished in the next month or two, but it’s important to have lists.

Barra was where Hurricane Jova ended up making landfall a couple months back. Overall the only really noticeable damage is right here on the waterfront.