This trip was kind of a rocket trip to the yooperland. He came home a bit earlier than he had planned. Of all things, he decided he wanted to hang out with meeee rather than other relatives. I dunno why. I think his siblings et al are much more fun than I am and most of them also agree with him about pollyticks.

I also wonder if he decided to come home because I texted that the refrigerator was fixed and beef stroganoff was in the hopper.

I can always tell when he is at the end of the block because I can hear the Lyme Lounge squeaking.

Back when the beach urchins were tween and teenagers, we never expected their friends to knock on the door or ring the doorbell when they arrived. Nope. If you knew us you came in the door and either squeaked or grokked. Our doors were unlocked throughout the night for the most part. I miss those days…

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