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An interesting article in yesterday's WashPost about how kids, boys in particular, will make anything a gun and how that works with parents who are afraid to have their kids see guns.
When Rick and I were kids, we frequently played adventure -- down the Mississippi on a raft, the jungle gym our starship to space, etc. -- and we both played guns, although ours were usually invisible. I do have this picture, though, although I don't know who the boy is. That's definitely me with the cowboy getup:
I had forgotten Lucilla was coming at 10 today, so she knocked about two minutes before my alarm went off and I went to see who was at the door and…
Or at least all the stuff I need help with. I took non-packing cardboard to Public Works, mailed a CD, then headed to Kaiser where they took 11 tubes…
I was much better getting up today and I've been careful not to lift things and to only unpack from sitting, plus resting in the recliner every so…