My husband’s grandmother passed away. My husband is very private, he reads this blog, and I am not sure how much he’d want put here about this experience. But it feels disingenuous to write about our summer without acknowledging this sorrowful life event. She lived a long life, suffered a long illness, and is now…
Bandelier
The following morning, the Professor lights the already-built fire (LUXURY), and we listen to New Age Native American flute music, which is sort of unlike us, but perfect in this context. He reads the local paper – the Santa Fe New Mexican – and I read a fascinating article in Harper’s all about the Buffalo Commons….
August
Waiting for our house to be done. You say our old house is “broken.” We toured the new house, and you were very concerned that there were no potties in it. The other day you got frustrated with Liam, and you said “Liam. Scott. Miller.” It was funny. Little bit of juice. A short one….
August
Potty training started today. You seem to dig sitting on the potty, and you are all about the M&Ms and stickers. I had to make a rule that you sit down for five seconds, because you were just going over there and standing up, sitting down, standing up, sitting down, and expecting an M&M for…
To Market to Market
**Edited to add a bit that I had written before and inadvertently left off, added at the top.*** The next day – what day is it? Saturday? – dawns bright and fair, another bluebird morning for your intrepid travelers. After our third blissful morning of coffee and bathrobes on our (private) balcony, we walk to…