Bruce tells me my journal is "woefully out of date". Uh, yeah. Well, we've just been having too much fun. Phone camera pictures aren't much to look at, but here are Tor (on the slide) and Linnea (underneath, making eyes at a new friend) at Look Park. We rode the train twice, once sitting in the very front, once sitting on the very back looking back at the tracks as we wound through the woods. Then we played here and fed goats and listened to the peacocks screech and saw two young hawks fly down from the clouds to visit their imprisoned brethren and squeak their high, wailing calls.
Jean and the kids are off to Maine. I'll be on my own, with my neighbors, friends, musical get-togethers, books, apartment reorganization, and mellow afternoons at the pool. Oh, yeah, and work. Must. Not. Forget. Work. :)
