There’s a new post on Daughter on Duty.
Our four generations ranged in age from one to one hundred and one. They arrived on different days in planes, trains, cars, and an oversized rental “boat.” It’s been—shall we say—a chaotic week. Some have gone home, some are still here, one is coming again. I’ve escaped for the day.
It wasn’t all disaster, by any stretch, but it makes a catchy title. One thing I’ve discovered in the years of this blog is that readership zooms when the title smacks of crisis.
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