“I read your blob.”

Here’s a picture of the Unfinished Church in St. George, Bermuda. So amazing!

My dad called last night to let me know he and Mom had arrived home safely from OH/KY/PA. He said he already knew that we had gotten home safely from Bermuda. “I read your blob,” he said, matter-of-factly. So cute. Apparently my sister-in-law introduced him to the concept of weblogs during their visit. He’s 70, but has really embraced learning about the computer and internet.