Hank and Maggie and if that baby girl isn't beautiful, I don't know what is, those chubby cheeks, that rosebud mouth, give me a kiss, I tell her and she giggles and lets me kiss her. She's the sweetest, most even-tempered child although she was fussy at lunch because she's teething
The AC fan here at the house started doing a thing where it would not run and we knew we were fucked but it was the holiday weekend and the guys came out today and yes, we need a new fan and they had to order one and this old one still works mostly, not always, sometimes, then it doesn't and it's as hot here as it was in Havana. Mr. Moon has a stick he goes out and pushes the fan with when it sits there and makes that noise like no other noise. It's a noise like a hum and whine and a scream of despair and I think it's saying, I'm hot, I'm old, I'm tired, let me go, and I know how it feels and please god-whom-I-do-not-believe-in-and-if-I-did-I-wouldn't-bother-you-with-stupid-shit-like-this, please let this fan limp along until the new one comes.
Owen is learning about jokes and so I started telling him elephant jokes today.
"How do you know that an elephant has been in your refrigerator?"
"You can see his footprints in the butter."
"How does an elephant hide in a bag of M&M's?"
"He paints his toenails all different colors."
"I don't get it," said Owen.
Mostly I don't either. But I did paint Gibson's toenails for him. Gray. Now he could hide in a Cuban baggage claim area and no one would ever find him.