Something I've been meaning to post: Ryan's grandparents looked after him all day on Tuesday, the first time they did so since returning. It was a complete success, he apparently accepted them as his carers very happily, and gave them both kisses. We have unsubstantiated reports that he took his Grandpa by the hand and led him into his room to show off his radio/CD player. Which he then turned on so he could demonstrate some styling dance moves. Ther are further reports that his Grandpa joined in.

So the reintegration of our little family unit looks pretty successful. Ryan is a very lucky little guy. .

What does that mean?

The land is owned by one person, and the structure is owned by another. IOW, you buy the house but rent the land underneath.

We just got word that the father of one of the librarians I work for passed away yesterday. That means that *every* professional librarian I supervise here has had a parent die while I've been supervising them. Oi.

We have unsubstantiated reports that he took his Grandpa by the hand and led him into his room to show off his radio/CD player. Which he then turned on so he could demonstrate some styling dance moves. Ther are further reports that his Grandpa joined in.

I'm not sure who is more adorable here, Ryan or his Grandpa.

Wrapping interesting things in plastic or tinfoil for a bit seems to work best.

Cats are so weird. I have not been able to make that trick work. Of course, Harvey is quite capable of opening Tupperware cannisters, and he is as stubborn as all of his Siamese forebears put together so aluminum foil is hardly a challenge for him. (I've had too many plastic-eaters to use that.) And the cats I had before him were pretty easy to show where we wanted them to scratch.

The land is owned by one person, and the structure is owned by another. IOW, you buy the house but rent the land underneath.

Ah OK - called leasehold vs freehold over here. Most apartments here are sold leasehold and houses freehold. Is that not the case in the US?

We just got word that the father of one of the librarians I work for passed away yesterday.

That's very sad.

Sparky, that's got to be tough. Peace~ma for that librarian.

Cats are so weird. I have not been able to make that trick work. Of course, Harvey is quite capable of opening Tupperware cannisters, and he is as stubborn as all of his Siamese forebears put together so aluminum foil is hardly a challenge for him. (I've had too many plastic-eaters to use that.) And the cats I had before him were pretty easy to show where we wanted them to scratch.

They are! Tinfoil on the counters was totally unsuccessful as a means of keeping them off, it works better when I can wrap it around the forbidden thing so that they'd have to get their claws into it to move it. Percy eats "stiff" plastic, the kind that soda bottles come wrapped in. Just chews at it until he gets a bit to swallow. (Another reason why I stopped buying plastic bottles!) But he doesn't chew on plastic wrap. Guess it doesn't have that satisfying mouthfeel. But I do not complain, because neither of them has ever (knock wood) gone outside the box, and neither of them barfs except very infrequently and never on anything except the floor.

Ryan is a very lucky little guy.

He very much is!

Aw, Ryan and fam. So much cuteness and love.

In less happy news, someone broke the hasp on a crawlspace door and stole the wire out of one of our houses at work. This happens on occasion, but it still sucks. Price of doing business in the hood

For the record, I am not enjoying being a girl today.

Oh, that's no good, smonster. Hope it doesn't leave you too low on materials.

Aw, Ryan and fam. So much cuteness and love.

Too adorable.