Grandson David had been here less than 24 hours when neighbor Logan came over to play. Going outside to kick around a soccer ball was good for both young men. Logan always has excess energy, and David had sat for hours on the long trip down from New York.

I brought out the battered airplane that neighbor Dawn picked out of the evergreen trees last week. It had been a favorite before the tree grabbed and hid it. David and Logan played with it for a while and then went back to the more intense ball kicking.

As most college students do, David brought dirty clothes to wash here. He was flapping about in the den, finding the corners of a fitted sheet to fold it. A still photo doesn’t do it justice, because as he moved, he looked like a flying angel.

I was most impressed with that sheet when he finished. It was so perfectly flat that it looked like it had just been unwrapped from the store. I wouldn’t let my sheets see it, because they would have been jealous.