I'm packed and ready to hit the road.  In my tote bag (which stays within reach in the car) are watercolor painting supplies, several quilt blocks, and a Kindle.  Good to go.  Waiting on The Husband

Yesterday, I went across the road to see if I could help with the renovation work.  Before I could get involved in anything, the Little Rotten Baby waylaid me, pushing a tiny shopping cart filled with tiny porcelain dolls.  "Grandmama, will you play dolls with me?"  I said I'd play for a minute.

There's no furniture in the house yet.  She asked, "Can you sit on the floor?"  I told her I could probably get down but might need help getting back up.  She said, "It's easy, Grandmama!" and flopped herself down on the floor then sprang back up to her feet to demonstrate.  I managed to sit, and asked her what game we were going to play with these dolls.

There were 12 of them, one for each month, dressed to the nines.  I'd given the girls these dolls a couple of years ago after we cleaned out Aunt M's apartment after her death.  At some point, prior to the LRB's memory, her mama had boxed them up for storage, and she'd found them again while packing to move.  The LRB was enthralled with them.  Her favorite was a dark-haired beauty, bejeweled and decked out in a frilly red dress.

The game was to line the dolls up on the floor, cover your eyes, and try to pick your favorite out of the bunch.  The LRB cheated like a big dog, peeking beneath her hand.  At one point, I tricked her by swapping the doll she was reaching for with another doll.  She pulled the same trick on me when it was my turn.

Rotten kid.  ;)