Lester in his box, which is in the car for the trip to the post office to begin his journey to V. on the other side of the continent. I think he is trying to wave good-bye to me here but he hasn't understood that one must open the hand to do it right. I will leave it up to V. to teach him that, and everything else.

And tiny Elsie. This photo was taken just before she spent her last night her on the photo-table. She rang her little bell so much the owl flew in to protest her disturbing his sleep but she just kept smiling. S.K.G. she is in her box, also in the car, headed for Gualala. The USPS website had a hussy-fit and would not print a label so we are making an end-run around them and going directly to the postmaster. I am finding that if I make a typing error the form will decide I am unreal and not the person I logged in as, and refuses to do what it is supposed to do. Modern times in a computer ruled by Google and its suspicious ways.