Ahhh. It is finally vacation.
We're catching up and eating Jelly Bellies and watching the blue herons and the duckweed in the water.
The happy nattering of the jigsaw puzzle hoverers includes a multi-generational discussion of how many mandatory readings of Das Kapital were had by the classes of '77 and '97 at a certain hippie university. Mrguy continues to summon funny stories that I have never heard.
The living room crowd are discussing current experiments aimed at composting human waste and whether certain people who brought styrofoam plates to vacation should have a talking to.
All is well.
My nephew to his daughter: You know you came from a family of superheroes, don't you? We don't really talk about it.
Nephew to his uncle: What's your power?
Our grandniece: What's your power, Daddy?
Me: I can scale small furniture with my shin.
Mrguy: I am really good at drinking beer.
Uncle to a different nephew: Your superpower, if I understand correctly, is to fetch beer