Good News and Bad News

So. There's good news and bad news. The good news is that it's good to be back home again, after three weeks in the Northwest visiting my son and his beautiful wife, and their baby! I learned how to say 'good morning' in Welsh (bor da!), spent some part of every day rocking the baby, or singing (he sings a high soprano--I think he can hit high C!), or blowing spit bubbles together. My son is a great dad, my daughter-in-law is a fantastic mom. We are looking forward to next week, when the baby can begin eating VEGETABLES. His mom bought a food processor so she can mash up vegetables from the family dinner: brussel sprouts, broccoli, and cauliflower! Yum! I wish I could be there to witness the first bite. Speaking of things yummy, we went out for pizza a couple of times and had roasted vegetables on it--red pepper, eggplant, and garlic buds. It was soooo good! We attended a little Welsh church where much of the singing (a lot of singing!) is done in Welsh, and they are learning the language, too. Little by little. Soon they'll be able to speak in a language we can't understand, like two of my other sons and their wives, who speak Japanese and Tagalog. And, just before we left, the cat began to get friendlier.

Now for the bad news. Last week I (and a lot of other people) were forced to make the big SWITCH to *New* Blogger. Since then, most of my old commenters who had names before have now become ANONYMOUS, and I have not been able to leave comments on many of your sites. It says 'incorrect password.' Anyway, until I can get the bugs worked out, know that I am trying! I love the new Poetry THursday place, and have nothing but applause for the girls!

Second bad news: somebody stole my credit card number and used it (in LOUISIANA!) so I've had a lot of crappy stuff to deal with. The good news here is that my account was not rich enough to accomodate all their charges, and the only things that went through were a couple of gas station fill-ups. Still. Why can't people just be nice, and honest? Then my husband discovered his credit card had expired the day before he arrived.... so our pockets were pretty shallow all the time we were gone. Empty when we came home. But the dogs are really really happy to see us. Our house has not burned down, and the bird and the goldfish are still alive!