Busted!

Tuesdays are "Daddy Daycare" days. Matt has Audrey all day and generally does the marketing at Costco and other household chores. He and Audrey famously have a good time and take lunch at Costco. Cheryl wanted pictures for the scrapbook. I took two before security told me that Costco did not allow pictures to be taken in the store "to protect the privacy of their customers." From then on I was compliant with their wishes but on hyperalert to see just what those customers might be up to that they were ashamed of: saving money? We did have a good time: lots of free samples and Audrey likes to poke the dead trout, and run in the wide aisles. She was galloping horselike and talked Grampie into doing some galloping too. Matt was obviously a familiar sight in there from the number of 'associates" who spoke to him. Matt is a good shopper-in fact avoiding most of the temptations and sticking to his plan. Grampie was running low on his minerals and sat the last inning out but we had lunch (part of which Audrey ate like like a puppy). We visited a bit back at Matt and Cheryl's and Grampie left-took a good nap and re-upped his minerals.

We convened for dinner at Eve's in a valiant attempt to erase the leftovers along with some new fruit and Fritos. Eve had received a music CD that she had done the cover art for-credits duly noted-jazz album which had Audrey dancing and drumming. Soon Cheryl was on the kitchen floor drumming and Audrey and Eve were dancing. Grampie slipped outside to the deck for a quiet smoke, joined after a bit by Matt. We made quick work of the dishes, leftovers leftover were packed and sent with the youngers and Buster and Grampie were in the motel by 8:30.

Matt's intense day and night work schedule commences Thursday afternoon and continues until Monday. Cheryl and Audrey leave for Los Angeles territory Friday to celebrate her mom's 62nd birthday. I hope they don't get smoked out from the horrible fires down there. Grampie and Buster will hit the road for Wyoming on Thursday morning, arriving Friday night, God Willing.

Spoke to Lori- she is home safe but the dog-sitter gave Juneau a rawhide bone the day she came home and he has had the trots.