And I'm a bit disgruntled because a)I seem to have lost the ability to upload pictures so you can't see how absolutely beautiful, charming, and witty he is, and b)thanks to two weeks of low blood counts, we decided that going to a birthday party with a bunch of (possibly) germy kids wasn't a good idea. So we're celebrating long distance.
Jerry did give him the traditional serenade (french horn) and he reacted with all the enthusiasm of other relatives getting the traditional serenade. That is, politely.
The low blood counts are to be expected. What's annoying is that there isn't much I can to to change them. It's a lot harder to just wait something out than to Do Something about it.
I'm rereading Anna Karenina. One of the main characters is middle-aged, sallow, no longer beautiful, worn-out.... And then it turns out she's 35. Life is a lot better than it was, even for the upper classes, in tsarist Russia.
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Lucie---I can't believe Miles is four. I want to meet him some time. Regarding your not being at the birthday-----just think, he'll get ANOTHER birthday hug and kiss in the near future when he isn't in a party delerium! Here's to Four-year-olds!
From the Viking Age down through various wars, especially WWI and II, and the Communist Era, it's pretty hard to think of ANY time when life was good in Russia.
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