T. spotted the bubble machine today on a top shelf in the garage. He bugged me until I got it down for him. Then we had to clean it, because it had sat on top of the cabinets in the kitchen at the previous house for months, collecting grease and dust. Yuck. Then we had to find a screwdriver to extract the batteries and replace them. And _then_ we could finally make bubbles. The design kinda sucks, since you have to return the handle which operates it all the way to the top to do another round of bubbles and this is apparently not obvious to T., even now. Also, we didn't have the bubbles that came with it, even tho I _think_ I saved the container, nor could I find any of the small funnels, so I had to refill it the hard way. But a fun toy.
Earlier, I read part of _Getting There: The Epic Struggle between Road and Rail in the American Century_ while soaking in the tub.
Picked T. up on the bike, even tho it was getting cold and starting to drizzle.
And did all the laundry I could find, then started packing for T-day.
Earlier, I read part of _Getting There: The Epic Struggle between Road and Rail in the American Century_ while soaking in the tub.
Picked T. up on the bike, even tho it was getting cold and starting to drizzle.
And did all the laundry I could find, then started packing for T-day.