Thanks to all who sent well wishes for Wonderboy…he’s doing better this afternoon, now that the antibiotics have kicked in. Of course, all the lovely gastro-intestinal side effects that accompany antibiotics have kicked in too, with a vengeance. But at least his fever has come down.
This morning I was doing dishes while enjoying the very loud music Scott had turned on for Wonderboy’s enjoyment (having a hearing impaired son gives him license, at long last, to play music at the volumes he believes to his core to be vital to a truly authentic listening experience), and a family flashed into my mind—one of my favorite fictional families, how could I forget? No, wait! TWO families! I foolishly forgot them both!
So to our list let us add, posthaste:
The Murray/O’Keefe clan and the Austin bunch, those classical-music-listening, Nobel-prize-winning, space-and-time-traveling, poetry-quoting, dolphin-befriending, adventure-having folks from Madeleine L’Engle’s books.
And over at Love2Learn (my new home away from home [blog away from blog?]—and many thanks, ladies, for the invitation to join you!), Love2LearnMom points out quite rightly that I neglected to mention the wonderful families in Hilda van Stockum’s books—an omission over which Jane shrieked in consternation when the news reached her ears.
I’m sure there are other families who ought to be on the list—please write and share your favorites!
“Happy Collaboration, Happy Marriage”
Best Worst Fictional Family
Betsy and Tacy Go Over the Big Hill
Life on the Trail
Our Week in Books: Thursday