Standing Still

This weekend is a bit crazy with visitors: we have friends with a 4.30am chatty two-year-old staying with us, another one with his fifteen-year-old staying nearby, another one newly arrived with his worldly goods in a U-Haul trailer, along with our own very-nearly-teen being grumpy about having to catch up with homework AND produce a science-project-mousetrap-car.

So on an outing downtown to the vintage vinyl store, it was quite peaceful just to stand and look out the window.