Orion

We had a couple of friends visiting us last week.

Just casual, run-of-the-mill, ordinary acquaintances with whom we are deeply, fully and madly in love.

We've known Renee for years now but her boy?

This kid?

Well, we just met him but our love fest with him was fast and furious.

He arrived full of bruises and brawn . . .

 . . . and that impassive stare. And we stared right back.

This is Orion's and my go-to position.
This is also a photo taken on the train but that is a story for next week. Stay tuned.

Oh wait, here we are again already. In our go-to-position.

After a day or two of fun hither and yon, we took the young lad out to Watch Hill . . .

. . . one of his mom's favorite spots . . .

. . . and now one of O's favorite spots.

Say hi to Auntie Tay-Tay, honey.

He filled his own being with sand, and he filled his mom's being with sand . . .

. . . but that's what happens when you're a fruit bat.

At least the kid appears in this selfie . . .

. . . most of our selfies look like this.

Then the weekend arrived and our young friend posed for formal studio shots . . .

No he didn't. He got in bed with us and Mistah did that magic photography stuff.

Then those two fast friends went exploring in The Field since the glacier had finally melted.

I stayed in bed and took crooked photos out the window.

Hi Schleckie! Hi Orion!

Part of our ongoing Christina series . . . 

I mean, seriously. This kid . . .

He falls a lot but he doesn't care; he's built low to the ground . . .

. . . see?

We were in our go-to-position but the boy heard Uncle Billy's voice and all bets were off . . .

. . . because, as you know, everybody needs a wingman.

Yes, it's February. Yes, I was outside with bare feet . . .

. . . yes the plants were on the deck . . .

. . . yes, it was Spring for a day.

The go-to-position!

And then? Party Time.

Orion just devours The New Yorker.

The kid makes friends with everybody. Especially Mumsies with stores of corn bread.

Hey, what's 85 years between two friends?

It was a visit for the ages, I tell you.

And we miss them like crazy.