roll call

Wife left town again, I am home alone with boys. Everything OK except that we are out of orange cheese, which is kind of a major thing since cheese and crackers keep everything rolling around here. Fortunately we have half a can of black olives, and naturally plenty of the green olives, to keep things more or less quiet until we can replenish the orange cheese stocks. We are also out of the boys preferred toothpaste, but let's just keep that between us shall we? The trick is to give them my toothpaste, and get their teeth brushed quickly while they scream that the lovely peppermint flavor is burning their mouths apart. We have also run out of the cats dietary supplement, and god knows what else, but I still have my keen wit and the classic Juniper Tree version of Grimm's fairy tales with the Maurice Sendak illustrations, so survival is assured. Mrs. Tobit is in the deep south, seeking out Faulkner's grave. Perhaps we will pilgrammage to the wispy contrails of the Old South as summer turns to fall...