The typewriter has finally emerged from the basement and has a home atop the radiator cover in the dining room. The flowers Keith bought for me this weekend are keeping it company. I love this typewriter. It belonged to my great-aunt, and I used it to type the addresses on our wedding invitations. It is shockingly hard to type on the thing. Addressing the invitations gave me a lot of respect for early 20th century secretaries.
Jack is 9 months old today. We went to Rock Creek Park for a short walk, and Jack acquired both a pinecone (from the ground) and a corncob (from a park ranger). These two things have made him happier than anything else in the world. Happy 9-month birthday, Jack. May all your birthdays be filled with corncobs and pinecones.
I am determined to update the blog more. Jack is cheering me on with his new clapping skills.