The dishes are soaking as I write. I was reaching under the sink for soap when Barney snapped this picture. Just out of the tub, my hair is wet and I am freshly dressed and ready to go, here, except that my first meal (poached eggs and toast) of the day must yet be consumed and the beans on top of the stove need to be simmered tender and cooled for later, when I will puree them with garlic and make a 'butter' that I hope to replace milk-butter with.

A trip to town is required today. I haven't ventured further than I could easily walk, for over a week.

The boys need their annual eye examinations after school. We are out of dog food and bird seed. Our own larders could use a restocking too.

And then the four of us are going to go visit Vincent. The kids are excited. Barney thinks Vincent is "cool" because he is an artist. Don just likes people and likes to go anywhere.

From what I gather, the residents at the lodge enjoy it when children enter their halls. I wouldn't be surprised if Don does a walking tour and talks to everyone. That's his style.

xoxo
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kate