. I am thinking a lot about you these days Rick. I hope that doesn't sound too weird. I didn't get to take care of my mom. She lived six hours away from me. My dad did a good job though. He was like Super Provider. I like to think that I did a better job of taking care of him. But the reality is that he took so good of care of us kids that really he is even taking care of us posthumously.
. So my debt to Karma is, I never had kids, so I still got to take care of some kids. I don't know how my wife persuaded me of that. She got me some little buddies. They are slightly broken, but that don't mean that I can't give them the best childhood that I can imagine for them. That don't mean me giving money. That's easy enough. That means me giving me.
. I finally got that message from my parents. I went an seen my little buddies today. My favorite, I call him Buddy on the internet. I am teaching him how to eat with a spoon, you know, in case we end up in Paris France someday. That is what I tell him. So Buddy, get this, I got him eating peanut butter sandwich with a spoon. Hey school is school what can I say. Ain't no wadding our food into a ball and stuffing it into our mouths. Not at school anyway.
. Buddy happily tries his best for me because he knows we are going outside afterwards. That little guy intuitively knows that I am a climber. He loves climbing too. He climbs them ramps and looks at me and smiles. We are two peas in a pod. That little guy. I could tell little guy stories for days on end.

Oh, wait. I digress. I weighed in this morning. I am down those pounds I gained over feast season. Actually I accomplished a new relative minimum. That will go to my head and I will binge out a little bit. But they ain't nothing to eat around here but pitas and salmon. Diet starts in the grocery store. There ain't no potato chips.