Our grandson Zachary came home from pre-school singing "March, march, march". He would throw his head back and swing his arms with great joy and circle through the living room, dining room and kitchen -- high-stepping and sing-songing -- "March, march, march". There was no tune, no school cheer, or Yankee Doodle Dandy, just a military attitude and the words "march, march. march!". You had to see the verve and attitude emanating from that 34 inch-high guy, going in circles. We laughed until our sides hurt.
Bonnie knows a good act to follow. Bonnie has been marching around the Youville Acute Rehabilitation Hospital. She launches herself out of her wheelchair, and she walks to the gym and back without needing to sit down. They will follow her with a wheel chair in case she needs to sit down quickly but she walks pretty solidly.
I think I hear her saying under her breath "March, March, March." Bonnie is set on graduating from Baby Boot Camp by the end of April, for the birth of her grand daughter.
On Oak Island, North Carolina the reconstruction and re-plumbing of our 3 bedroom beach house is in it's 6th week.
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