Liylah has a lovely bunch of coconuts

The gang is here for the pivotal game of the season. Yes, you guessed it, instead of spectating, I am blogging. I only watch matches involving my son. I served the snacks, took some shots and disappeared into my office to document the daily interest stories. I hear hoots and hollers from down below as the score reaches 2 to 1 (for Carolina). At least it won't be a shut out.

Now it's 2 all!!

As you can see, Gilly has temporarily given up his throne to his #1 son, the life of the party. Gilly is thriving on the excitement.

Funny anecdote: A couple of days ago I was lounging in the living room, sipping on my heavenly morning cup of coffee. I love this new spot for my morning constitution (since the brick wall went up, I soak up the view from the kitchen, dining room , living room connection). I reached over to pet Liylah, as her bed sits right next to the couch. I had to do a double take. She was sleeping with a coconut! Auntie Ruth had brought it over last Friday with grapes, strawberries and papaya for Shabbat dinner. We hadn't cracked it open yet. so she absconded with it and, by the looks of things, adopted it as her baby. I roared with laughter.

Gilly had a wonderful day today. He thoroughly enjoyed lunch with our friend Trudy (a special person to us both. She is solely responsible for the shidach between Gilly and myself. What foresight, dear Trudy).

He tried on a brand new pair of glasses this afternoon, and was rather pleased with what he was able to see.

A beautiful, sunny day, visits with friends, a brief Shabbat dinner to make way for hockey; what could be bad?