I'm in Portland, staying with my son and wife and now 3 month old granddaughter. They have a nice 100 year old house on a densely-treed neighborhood that has had extensive remodeling over the years.
Nell, the newest granddaughter, is growing like a zucchini in late summer, if that's a apt metaphor...she sits up mostly unaided, and is about the cutest damn thing I've seen.
I may well be driving back to Montana soon, some things there need attending. But meanwhile, life here is good now that fall has arrived.
Last night, Lizz, Nell's mom, made a fish dinner that was one of the best meals I've had in some time.
