I like white wine on the rocks and ice cold (and took some serious crap from Chris in Sea Island when I reached my hand into my water and scooped out some ice to dump into my wine – have a feeling it wasn’t my standard $8 Trader Joe’s bottle) but I like water room temperature and without ice.

Hmmmmmmm.

That’s about the level of insight I’m operating at tonight. Time for bed. Am reading Grace (Eventually) by Annie Lamott and will have some good quotes soon – it’s amazing. Also reading The Post Birthday World on Jessica’s recommendation, very interesting. It describes a pivotal moment in a woman’s life – a single moment, a fulcrum on which the rest of a life turns. The book describes both outcomes, and articulately elucidates that no eventuality is perfect, no single choice is unequivocally the right one.

These children are simply delicious lately. Possibly because I was away from them for three days?!

Last night. Dinner, entertainment, and then poker. This was a serious crowd. I opted to watch rather than to play for the very first time with a defiantly varsity team. We had a music fiasco with only four CDs and no cables to hook up an ipod – we literally listened to James Taylor’s greatest hits on repeat all night long. Not that sweet. I wound up on the porch with Michael, Julie, and Chris trying to avoid the music and the air conditioning (have never been somewhere so overly a/c-ed as The Cloister – it’s been 85 outside all week and I’ve been wearing layers of cashmere in the meetings).
Just played an hour of tennis with Chris and now off to talk to Bis about India. Then flying home and rushing to the Brigham to meet Emma! Hooray! And then dinner at Mark and Marion’s for Matt and Mark’s birthdays.

Stool 2.0 has a seventh leg (and a second girl)!!!!

Emma Hart Lavallee
5/22/07
7 lbs 10 oz

Healthy and beautiful. And my first godchild! I can’t WAIT to meet her this evening when I come home from Sea Island.

Just went for a long walk by the beach. Listening to The Rising (Bruce’s 9/11 album, and best, in my view), kicking and splashing in the warm water, I felt very aware of how things change and yet remain the same. Dave Phillips ran by and must have laughed at me basically dancing like a 6-year old in the low tide water. This place is just beautiful.