Kalib and Jobe drink lemonade at The Bell

When it comes to taking a lazy Saturday completely off from blogging, I fear I am not very disciplined. So here is a shot of Kalib and Jobe at the Bell. When Kalib comes to visit grandpa, he always likes to go to the Bell. It's the lemonade – lemonade is the reason he likes to go to Taco Bell. It was chaos.

Lazy

It's Saturday. I'm feeling lazy to the extreme. I think I will take the day off from blogging. Perhaps the whole weekend. Then again, I will have my iPhone with me at all times. Circumstance could overrule this lazy ambition of mine.

Overdoing it with cute

As for Lynxton, he had already left to go home with his mother, but Kalib and Jobe insisted on spending the night. I shot more too – like of my grandsons at the back door window admiring a moose just beyond the picnic table and trying to fix a Thomas the Train with the wrong screwdriver. I want to post it all but I think maybe I am overdoing it with cute, so I will stop now.

Jobe thinks my prized airplane collection is made up of toys!

Naturally, we turned on my electric HO train and sent it running around the top of my office. Jobe then went straight for my airplanes and started to play with them under the neon light. I cannot convince him that these planes are not toys but rather a prized collection not to be handled roughly. He insists they are toys, meant to be played with. And how can I who also loved to play with airplanes and still love little airplanes and big airplanes and all airplanes, stop him from doing so?

Further inspiration came in the form of grandsons

Margie had been in town babysitting Lynx since Tuesday and I had planned to go pick them up late this afternoon, but Lavina offered to bring them home. Jobe and Kalib wanted to go straight to my office. Once there, Kalib turned on my neon "open" sign. The word "open" appears red to the eye, but the neon interprets as yellow in these pictures. To the eye the frame is a much deeper and resonant blue than the pale tone pictured here.