I could have inundated you with daily minutae but chose not to bore you. I’ve been receiving my daily bread and trying to forgive those that have been trespassing my mental tolerance. The week has been filled with time spent at the putting green, practicing, practicing. Laundry here and there, walks through the park but mostly stopping to engage with neighbors with not only pleasantries but tales seasoned with exxagerations much like we all do. A few visits to the children, some holding and angel kisses for our new grandson, topped with a wonderful Easter celebration at the parents of our daughter-in-law. I’ve often wondered if there is a term for those people. Yes, they are in-laws to my son, and parents to his wife, but to us, what is the term? Is it outlaws? Surely not. They’re lovely people. If there is such a term, please inform me. Perhaps tomorrow I shall begin anew my photo essays on the life of the “common people”.