Okay, technically it is a swing, but I just really like to say "baby in a bucket." This picture has been sitting on a counter in my basement for weeks now, waiting to fulfill some divine purpose unbeknownst to me. That said purpose would be to provide me with some tidbit to post here on very short notice to fill in for the ailing Marianne, well, obviously I had no clue. But hey, baby in a bucket.

 That smiling cherub in a bucket has grown up to be a smiling pre-adolescent who shoots rubber bands and deftly explains Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle to her clueless mother, the Breaking Bad fan. I don't really understand how it happened, but here we are. Every time I look at that baby picture now, I remember this bit from an interview with Rufus Wainwright shortly before he became a father:

"One time I was hanging out with Leonard Cohen and his daughter," Wainwright told Tim Adams. "She was talking about this child she had known as a baby who she hadn't seen for a few years and how he was now grownup, and she said to her dad: 'You know, it's pretty amazing watching how the baby became a person.' Leonard looked at her and replied very drily, as only he could: 'You know, it's pretty much the only amazing thing there is.'"

No kidding. I guess I'm going to have to get a much bigger bucket.

Today she got a real letter from Marianne's mom in the mail, a rare event. When I asked her what was in it, she said it was basically a thank-you note for a thank-you card she had sent Marianne's mom. I explained to her that Marianne's mom is from the same generation as my mom, and that they always have to have the last word in thank-yous. I said it was very nice of her and that we should try and send a card to Marianne's mom for the holidays, but that I'll be damned if I will send a thank you for a thank you for a thank you, because the madness has to stop somewhere. Then we laughed hard, and she hugged me. I think I'm probably pretty lucky, bucket or no bucket.