So here is the 2nd Bernard posting, showcasing a stop along his travels. For context, here is his last posting. The girls last week received a postcard from Bernard with a greeting of “Went to catch some wild rumpus for the full moon; be back soon.” My oldest contested the postcard saying “there isn’t a full moon,” but later that night while they were swimming a full moon rose. Since then, the wanderings of Bernard have taken center stage, and much more than I intended to the tune of a few meltdowns over Bernard not being home at his spot on the mantle. On a good note, my oldest has paid attention to the phases of the moon and told me Bernard was home because the moon was “waxy.” I know she meant “waxing, ” but I’ll take it. So here is Bernard in the abandonment I posted on last week.