Yesterday, I worked on the bathroom sink, which has been draining slowly. I got the plunger and plunged and plunged. Large greasy, gray-black, blobs of soap scum came swirling into the sink. Some were as big as a large marble. Jill was grossed out by this, and quickly came to clean the sink after I was done. We are both happier about the sink draining better after the eviction of the soap scum.

Jill fixed the doorknob on our bedroom yesterday too. It was a little loose, leading us both to fear that one day you would try to turn it and it would fall off in your hand. Anticipation of this event lends to oneself an unnecessary anxiety. After all, if it does happen, one simply picks up the pieces and sticks them into the apparatus, convincing the gears and latches to fulfill their ambitions. I suppose we have a little more anxiety about doorknobs falling apart because the kids are around and they could destroy or lose a doorknob propelling a despondent father to make yet another trip to Home Depot.

Our neighbors had us over for fondue last night. We had bread and cheese for one course then swordfish and chicken in broth for the next. Dessert was chocolate and fruit. It was fun and the kids had a great time. Ben found some Toxic Avenger dolls (action figures - sorry) and enjoyed playing with them and thinking about them. May always had a good time visiting with their friendly, ancient (17 yrs old) cat, Frida. She wraps Frida in blankets and kisses her everytime they meet.