Weekend Winds Down

The Great Belly-Nik has not gotten any less cute in the month since Plot and Duck had been to Stiletto City. And she's learned to use her phone to talk to her agent.



The avocado tree in the rear acreage always catches a boy. No matter how old he gets, he can't help climbing up in that tree.





The Great FiveHead and her old friend The Great Shutternik hung around with the Plotniks yesterday too.



There are few photos of BZWZ because she's been spending time talking to the graduate folks at Berkeley. Today she meets with the entire department and tomorrow she heads home to The Apple to sort out her offers and make up her mind.

Plot drove the Southern Plotniks to the airport this morning, gave Belly a kiss and she pecked his cheek back. Before too long they, too, will have to make a decision as to what they will do next.

Wherever their children end up, Plot and Duck will be there too. As he hugged his son good-bye, Plotnik found himself remembering how nice it was to hug The Chief good-bye, often at airports, and how his whiskers always felt grizzly, and that he had always smelled sweet, his own skin mixed with Mixture 79 pipe tobacco.

Plot is wondering if he smells the same way to his kids, if he feels the same, if he maybe is the same.

The pleasure of having BZ, PD, 5H and Belly all home together is impossible to describe. It's not that the nest is empty when they're not here, just that it's better when they are.