Not quite wordless Wednesday

JP and Yakov whistling Bohemian Rhapsody. I wish you could hear it.

One of them is leaving home Sunday morning. For 9 months. And, in truth, never to return as the same child.

I've been through this before. Big E grew up and left home. I survived. He survived and flourished. That's the goal of parenthood, to launch a responsible, loved person into the world. But it doesn't make reaching that goal less painful. PRM

Noach's Bar Mitzvah Tour

Last week we left home, traveling from our home in NC to Hot Springs, Arkansas to have Noach's Bar Mitzvah. We had it there for a couple of reasons. Noach, and the rest of us, have a real affection for our former rabbi, who moved there two years ago. Yakov and Shoshie studied with him and Noach wanted to do the same. Also, Hot Springs is much closer to JP's family in the Memphis area.

Here are our bags. Yes, they are laundry bags. The dryer broke right before we left home so the first night's stop was my mom's condo where I did laundry.

Here JP has found his inner craft skills, curling ribbon for bows. Fortunately he could do this and rest at the same time. Multitasking!

In the evening after the event, we had dinner on the Belle of Hot Springs Riverboat. Our lovely daughter-in-law is standing. The rabbi is at her elbow.

I hear Gilbert and Sullivan when I see this picture,

"He's hardly ever sick at sea!
Then give three cheers, and one cheer more,
For the hardy Captain of the Pinafore!"

Three funny bunnies and an apprentice.

It was wonderful to celebrate with our friends and family. I think everyone had a good time. Pictures of the Bar Mitzvah boy later. I couldn't find my camera most days and had family members take photos for me. PRM

Wordless Wednesday

She's back. Obviously I am not the only one glad to see her. And she is already attached to the cellphone.

Ducks are almost in a row, at least for a few days. Then it's off to the Bar Mitzvah. PRM