Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Cruising was, in a previous time of my life, something done by bored young people down the main drag of the town where I went to college. Hook a TV up to your car's battery, pile five or six friends in the back of your truck, and circle the block at a slow speed for an evening.

Three days ago, cruising took on a whole new meaning, as Frannie learned to pull herself up on the sofa, and to follow its track to whatever goodies we forgot (this time of year, we pile a lot on the sofas).

Once the tree comes down, she'll be able to cruise around and around the table, but for now, she's limited to the corner of our living room, and the piano bench.

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