Somehow I managed to end up in the day care section of Victrola this morning. Children don't really bother me (necessarily), and I've even been known to like some, but parents can be difficult to bear at times. I think child rearing may melt something in their brains. I've heard repeated utterings of the command "gentle," and the most nonsensical phrase so far has been, "Is that a whozit?" I prefer the style of the woman sitting in the rocking chair with a boy, reading together. It's less insulting.
Rare sunny November day today, though still chilly. While I love the gray, this is a nice change for a day.