On Saturday, a trip to the music store to get strings turned into a trip to get 6 more: Ford asked for his own guitar and we flat out bought him one. And do you know what? He’s picked it up like a natural. Here he is playing Mozart’s Minuet in G. Minus the Mozart. And the minuet part. But the G–he’s got that,, and I can’t believe how his fingers are already able to wrap themselves around the fretboard to play a chord. It’s amazing.

Friday was Funday, and we went to the thrift store to hunt for treasure. Or postpone cleaning the house and catching up on laundry. Either way you look at it, we discovered (among several other great finds) another pull-toy gem: a bouncy, lumbering wooden Stegasaurus. Chas walked it like a little dog while Ford and I bowled in the front yard.

It was another cool day. Ford ground up juniper-cedar boughs and berries with mortar and pestle, making forest floor to mix with glue and make collages: