Got socks?

The elves and I went for an outing to the sock store.  The three of them chose stripes, as you can see, and now they're anxious to get back up on the ladder.  But they'll have to wait until the final accessorizing is complete.  They've decided to wait in the pub.

On Saturday Mr. Gadget and I drove to Brooklyn to see Big City Girl.  We had decided it might be nice to take her a few things, and we hadn't seen her since Christmas.  Parents can always talk to their children on the phone, I mean by text messages--in skimpy little bursts of abbreviations-- but now and then we need to do an eyeball check.  Fortunately she passed and all is well. She's been busily working from home and managing quite well during these difficult times.  She seemed genuinely excited to receive our hand-me-down rechargeable vacuum.

After we made our delivery we all took a walk to Prospect Park and sat on a bench in front of the lake.  From our vantage point there was no evidence that we were in the middle of large besieged city.  There were geese and sparrows and red-winged blackbirds flitting all around, and even people on horses taking a leisurely meander. I'm happy BCG has a refuge.  She goes often to sit on the grass and read.

We returned to Connecticut in traffic that belied a lockdown, and immediately perched on our deck chairs to recuperate from activity overload.  I'm happy to say, though not so much for the elves, that sock season has officially ended.