Routine

When M leaves for work weekday mornings N and I head outside to do some of our own. Yesterday I…er, we…dug up a post, moved it to its new home, mounted the gate, and let it stand.

It was the beginning of an attempt to keep N in and rogue cattle out:

Today I…er, we…added the post on the other side of the gate, which I guess made the formation look formidable because not two hours later a black minivan with young men wearing ties pulled up and stopped on the other side of it. One got out and walked around the gate to our side door and knocked.

By that time, 11:30, N and I had eaten lunch and she was headed for the crib. We got off the floor where we’d been reading picture books and I carried her to the door for this and–thankfully–no more: