Can't believe it's 4pm and I've done nothing except diddle around, try to figure out plans, procrastinate. No painting, no yard work. Nada! But not all's lost because I just put together this blogable image:
the combination of a crazy wonderful cup Rachel and David brought back from Brooklyn (by one of my favorite potters) on top of a little white and black swirly stool. Love the way they dance. All is good!!
Rachel and David came back from Andrew's wedding in Brooklyn on Monday and early Tuesday morning I left this sweet family--
Simon with his most favorite snack--bread and butter (but mostly butter),
Gwen, pictured here with her good friend Isa, Graciela's granddaughter,
and Rachel and David, here discussing plans for their new house.
I loved being with them all!
I came back to a cozy, warm Chocorua home where Toby had done lots of work on the garden behind the kitchen. It may not look impressive here, but wait until next summer. The stone walls are rebuilt and added onto, the surrounding slope reconfigured, good soil put down, and lots of other things. Ned did the walls, Tom helped enormously with digging out grass and oregano, and Christina, aside from creating delicious soups, moved a lot of stones! Tulip lay on the grass and supervised.
I arrived on Sunday, changing my plans to avoid Hurricane Sandy.
Immersed in sweet Gamboa life now and the Page/Bethels' everyday routines:
Graciela comes every weekday morning and is greeted with hugs.
At the local school, Simon's still too young for pre-k, so we go before class begins and call it pre-pre-k. He loves it.
And the teachers love him, and I love the artwork.
Gwen goes to a very grown-up school called The Met. She wears a uniform--some days a red dress, some days shorts for gym. She's not too fond of the half-hour plus commute, but she loves the school. Addison, her best school friend, looks on while Rachel and Gwen high-five.
Walking to R&D's new house, we passed this baby ocelot, gorgeous and a little fierce-looking, on a leash, all set for his day at the zoo.
Then in the evening, eager hands for the computer,