(#136-1) February 15 2015. St. Valentine’s Day has left me feeling romantic (amazing thought though that may be to some) so I didn’t feel like following it up with some serious piece on the economy. But then fate intervened most pleasantly. A stork flew in (so to speak). And here am I thinking that babies are found under cabbages. That ‘s the first answer I received when I first asked. You know something—adults don’t always tell the truth.

SPEAKING OF ROMANCE—WHICH I WAS YESTERDAY (ST. VALENTINE’S DAY)

SOMETIMES THE OUTCOMES ARE RATHER SPECIAL—AND EXTRAORDINARILY SWEET. BUT THEN I LOVE BABIES

MY MUCH LOVED SISTER, LUCY (THE TALENTED PHOTOGRAPHER I FEATURE REGULARLY) AND HER FIRST GRANDCHILD, ANAYA (A VERY RECENT ARRIVAL)

ANAYA—JUST A FEW DAYS OLD

Just as well I love babies, since I am the eldest of 12 and had five of my own. And I don’t mind the yukier (how do you spell that?) aspects either. Changing diapers and so on is no big deal where babies are concerned—especially when they are your babies. The compensations are overwhelming.

My sister Lucy—as you can see from the above photo, has a remarkable ability to radiate happiness—and she certainly doesn’t look like the mother of five children (four fully grown). But she is.

I have been using the word ‘joyous’ recently to describe what I feel about writing. It’s at least as applicable to the arrival of babies.

Will this site now feature a regular series of baby pictures—sandwiched between peculiar aircraft, weaponry, and graphics featuring the economy?

I wouldn’t be at all surprised.

I guess I am now a grand-uncle. Now there is a title to be proud of.

Congratulations to one and all. I’m more than happy for you. Lucy’s glow of happiness radiates a long, long way. She is a phenomenal lady.

VOR word 210.

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