It's chilly out there--for comparison, here is the Atlantic Ocean, steaming like a sauna. The water was so beautiful this morning, sending tendrils of smoke into the cold air, surrounding the islands and lighthouses you can see when you stand on the East End Beach. Gus is in love with a little spaniel, maybe a Brittany? He wrestles her with gentle, devoted enthusiasm and guards her fiercely against the attentions of other dogs. Today she wore a sweater with a squirrel on it.
Isaac has been volunteering at the Shack this week, lending his help with the filmmaking intensive he took several times in high school. Today it was so cold that they canceled school in the city (some of the buses wouldn't start at 6am).
Zoë studies Sanskrit every day, works on Kannada and grad school applications, and puts off plunging into her thesis. Last night we went to see Wild, which we both liked--I enjoyed it a bit more than she did, if by "enjoyed" you mean "bawled." Today she is getting acupunctured, at my insistence. I hope she loves it as much as I do!
Work on our kitchen is at a temporary standstill, as things like eating biscuits and drinking coffee and taking chilly walks and playing games and doing billable work seem to be taking precedence right now. Actually, Mark and I hastily installed a section of backer board (where the subway tile will go) the other day, then stepped back and realized it was completely crooked. We have to slow down and do it again, slow down and put up the rest of it, paint the moulding, install the moulding, and then get to tiling. And then, and only then, will we start contemplating CABINETS and COUNTERTOP and a new SINK, perhaps!
