Where's Robbo?

Gone until Monday night or Tuesday. I've an idea it's going to be one roller-coaster of a weekend. I'll see y'all when I get back.

Yip! Yip!

Gratuitous Maudlin Update:

Okay, I can't resist. Here's what the seven year old Llama-ette wrote recently:

My Grandfather, Pops

Pops was a grandfather of mine and he loved me very much. This is his life.

Whe he was thirty-six, my father was born. Then time went by and I was born.

When I was five we had so much fun. When I was six, he was in the hospital. Now I am seven and three days after his seventy-sixth birthday, he died of cancer. Soon I will go to Maine for his service and I will bring lots of flowers.

Please never speak about people who died with me, it will make me sad.

/Signed/
May 10, 2007

Weeeeell, the gel is out by a few years and my own relationship with the old gentleman was a good deal more complicated than that, but I can't help getting a mite weapy at the pure goodness of her memories. It's hard to see her feel this way, but at the same time, it's good to know she can feel this way (if that makes any sense).

As I say, going to be a real interesting weekend.