Once again Heather has ventured forth, immediate family, extended family and odd friend in tow, to parts less civilized (the parking lot at the Moab Wal-mart, I am willing to bet) and has asked me to fill in for her in her obsessive compulsive drive to blog every single day for the rest of time. So here I am. Heather is the best of friends and took my young boy  for six (6) consecutive days while I worked in the Roaring Fork Valley for a week and a half. What she did, essentially, was run my boy ragged with water gun fights and naked trampoline jumping, swim parties, playground time and the occasional Disney movie so that at the end of each day when I arrived at The Manor to collect him, barely capable of cognitive speech, myself, was presented with a nearly comatose two and a half year old.

For this alone, she is now the proud owner of my barely tarnished, but deeply indebted soul.

And so I will blog for her.  Tomorrow.  In tomorrows blog I will begin the telling of My Weeks at Vacation Bible School.  Oh yes, Gentle Caloden Readers, I have become a VBS mom, Volunteer to the Righteous. My son spent a week at a country Baptist church camp and a week at the city UMC/Episcopal VBS. In order that he be allowed to attend (his age falls a little south of the required age of admittance) I had to help teach. Those of you who know me are allowed, at this time, to take a moment and try and imagine this. Those who don’t know me imagine, instead,  a Bowery bum hosting a fine dinner party and then toss in some awkward conversation and a bit of brown shoes with blue slacks.

So, until then, here is a picture of MY spawn: