Slowly but surely I am reeling in the thread of time. It was nearly a month ago that we were graced with the presence of Uncle Grant, who rolled into town like a dirty hobo to crash on our couch for a week (not counting the time he wandered homeless along the shores of Kauai). He was kind enough to act as a surrogate parent to the boys for most of that time, and we like to think he was even inspired enough to give up his wayward ways and think about settling down with about 2.5 kids, a mortgaged home and a pipe and slippers. The trip was actually a means of saving money on mail-ordered mountaineering gear he had delivered to our address, but we were happy to see him anyway. Not long gone yet from Tokyo, it all felt like a quick jaunt down the Odakyu, with palm trees and sun. Big thanks to the G-Dawg for filling our home with some warm fuzziness!
