Well folks, there's no two ways about it, its gettin' on toward fall suddenly. When we leave to take A to work in the morning we're a whirl of sweatshirts and jackets and the baby blankets I stash in the car are suddenly popular again. We buckle the seat belts and tuck in the "covers" around car seats and tootsies.
We're just finishing Grapes of Wrath, down to a maddening handful of pages that looks so thin every time we get in the car and yet we can't seem to get through. Even Ru is listening closely to the tense ending and today when we stopped reading because we'd arrived at our destination he demanded, "What? Is that the end???" Thankfully, we still have a few more pages to go so no, the story didn't end with the Pa and Uncle Jon's levee breaking and the whole world washing away. Whew. Ru and I sure would like a little resolution though! Heavens! Nobody can take cliff-hanger tension for four or five car rides straight.