Summer in the trees

In an attempt to vary things up a little as things open up (and we become less paranoid), Ottawacker Jr. had a friend over for the day. Mrs. Ottawacker took him to the park while I finished the editing of the book.

The trouble with 8-year-old boys is they will do things you are not entirely comfortable with. Like climbing trees. I suppose it is better than breaking windows and the stuff I used to get up to, but you are always sort of "waiting for things to happen"...

Nothing did, and it was a pleasurable day all round, I think. I hope...