It's official: I am a great-aunt. Young Trot made his way into the world a week later than expected yesterday, with a little encouragement from his waiting medical team. Mother and child are doing fine. And so begins the next generation of the family!!
And no, they have not actually named him Trot. Read David Copperfield. My favorite character in all of Dickens is Betsey Trotwood.
In other (less significant) news, I harvested my grapes yesterday afternoon and have over 42 lbs of them for H. to make a lot of grape jelly. I cannot abide grape jelly, so off they go to someone who can make use of them. Then the dogs and I had our own little harvest festival afterwards with a glass of wine (me) and the hounds being allowed to scoff all the fallen grapes once I had cleared up the unripe and withered ones. It was one of the last glorious days of summer in the garden - around 30 degrees - and I was home from work early enough to enjoy most of it.
Not a thing to report on the genealogy front. I haven't done any work on family research in the last few days.
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