Wednesday, September 24, 2008
I took a week off from writing to visit our son, daughter-in-law and grandson in Iowa. It was a wonderful week exploring the world of an 18-month-old. Every day my grandson and I walked down to a bridge where he dropped black walnuts (“balls”) and sticks in the stream. This provided endless fascination for both of us (a good break from writing mystery novels). Another of his favorite game was knocking blocks over and saying, “Uh-oh.” His world is one of exploration while he points out dogs, butterflies, fuzzy caterpillars, leaves and, of course, any round object being a ball. On our walks he would find sticks and then proudly whack low-hanging leaves he could reach. Any sound of a bird or cricket would cause him to point toward the noise. I’m now back to writing with a fresh perspective on a true detective.