Apologies for foisting my face upon you so many times here, but I just found that my phone seems to randomly snap stills of Ben’s videocalls to us, and what a pleasant surprise!
Ben calls at all times of day, and the chats are very quick. A typical “conversation” goes something like this:
Hi Ben!
“Hi Daddy.”
How are you?
“I’m fine.”
What are you doing?
“Bye bye Daddy.”
So here is Ben in his bedroom, and me in the kitchen, on the train, in the living room, at my work desk, in the car, and in bed. Any time is Benny time!
Time for a shearing (his mother said). Ben grudgingly awaits the clippers.
Cleveland. Winter. Wear layers.
One of our regular rides with Ben is out to Hiram College, and Ben seems to enjoy its surrounding area of Amish, riding their horse drawn buggies and zipping along (relatively speaking) via leg-powered scooters, all doing their 19th Century thing. And along the way, we pass over the LaDuc Reservoir, picturesque in all seasons.
