Every day, Bern does face time with our almost 4 year old granddaughter, Eleanor.
Tim and Mimi are working from home in their house near the Poconos--well outside Manhattan, where they normally live and work.
I go in and talk with Eleanor a little, but Bern plays dolls with her and reads her stories and they make up songs. Mimi says that Tim, who is a musician of some merit, is teaching Eleanor to make up songs. She is really good at it.
Eleanor time gives Tim and Mimi a brief break.
Eleanor gives Bern a tour of the house every other day or so.
Today, Bern showed her the flowers I gave her for her birthday tomorrow.
Bern always has to end the call. Eleanor would face time for hours and hours.
It's really incredible sweet, their time together.
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