Reporting from Bonita Springs. It is hot and sunny. Matt is playing a lot of golf and Grace, Whit and I are doing a lot of playing. That is to say: biking, swimming, riding the elevator up and down, eating PB&J, watching movies.
Am about to finish an excellent book of short stories by Ursula Leguin called Changing Planes.
All of the grandparents respected my explicit request that Christmas be materially low-key, which is terrific.
I am finally feeling better – some combination of good sleep, inhaler, z-pack, and sunshine (in that order, I suspect) has sent my cough packing.
Have been running the last 2 days and it is hard. I guess at 34 you can’t take a month off and just hop back into it. Ugh. Feeling tired and old!
Grace and Whit have befriended the 5 and 7 year old grandchildren of the couple in the other condo on the 19th floor. Whose names are Andrew and Alex, much to G&W’s thrill (the same names as their dearly beloved friends in Cambridge). This new friendship means, in practice, that I am spending a lot of time with Andrew and Alex’s grandfather, who is a very nice 65 year old named Mike.
That’s all of the exciting news there is to report.
I am welling over this New Year’s Eve day, full of feelings that are as inarticulate as they are powerful. I feel skinless and sad and a little bit buffeted by all the things in my heart. Time is passing and I am still not able to live in it the way I wish I could. I hope I will be able to put into words all the things I am thinking about, but for now I can muster only two quotations that echo today:
