Wildflowers and a Red Witch

Buckle up, folks . . .

. . . because Joy is learning to drive.

Riding shotgun while my rookie teenager drives my van

is a little unnerving,

but I'll take this parenting task over potty training any day.

Joy and I drove to the Concord Cheese Shop this afternoon

to see what unique cheeses they currently have in stock.

I was charmed by the idea of eating Swiss cheese 

"from cows grazing on summer's wildflowers."

We also bought some of this paprika-rubbed cheese called Red Witch,

because how can you pass up a cheese with a name that fun?

Dodongo Dislikes Smoke

I wasn't feeling very well for much of last week,

so I went to our local library . . .

. . . and checked out a Nintendo Classic Edition console

so I could kill time playing Legend of Zelda.

I actually remembered most of the levels and secrets

from when I played it as a kid,

but I had to consult the internet for the last couple dungeons.

Side note: These two chairs I saw at the doctor office

seem like some sort of visual metaphor for life.

That different generations struggle to see eye to eye?

That we view the world differently as we age?

That youth looks more fun, but maturity gets more done?