Jumping . . . as in For Joy

There's been a lot of sadness over these last six weeks.

Obviously.

(And by the way. Six weeks? Six weeks? Aye-yah-yie.)

But there have also been, these last six weeks, moments of Joy. Of glory and happiness and frivolity and of pure unadulturated Joy.

There's been Joy at Ocean Beach . . .

. . . ah, the Joy of OB. . . .

. . . especially when the Brits are in town, and the camera's in Mistah's hand . . .

And we've found Joy at Citi Field . . .

. . . oh, the Joy of Citi Field. . .

And we've found Joy at Mom's condo pool . . .

. . . oh, the Joy of the condo pool . . .

As Jacquie mentioned the other day, it's been the kids -- my 8 fabulous nieces and nephews -- who have risen to the occasion and kept us entertained and relatively sane, and who seem always able to find Joy. Who, literally, Jump . . .

. . . Jump For Joy.