T minus two weeks! Tons of prep work for the big move from urban bohemian renting to leafy neighborhood home owning. While Fred was out doing some real work (i.e. uprooting some trees that would severely get in the way of our Corona-BBQ-style deck) I took the boys out to Grandpa "Opa Paul" who will be in charge of entertainment when lift-off is up. All went smoothly. Karl and Henri got to take out some old toy sailboats of mine to the lake (not pictured - the disintegration of parts of the rigging, since ropes and sails don't take a few decades of storage that well).
Karl of course bolted to the room with all the comic books again, which happens to be the shadiest Northern room in Opa Paul's house. Took some elaborate hammock story to get him outta there (it's a real jungle hammock made of parachute silk, the type Uncle Rich uses when he ventures out into unknown lands for birding).
The sailboats were a strong lure though. So even when they disintegrated the water games were on. Pictured here - the classic sport of splashing adult.
Fine coda of the day - ice cream. No worries about the smooth transition in the grandfatherly care of Opa Paul.
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