This is officially my favorite time of the year. The air has this crispness to it and the afternoon light is, well, just beautiful. Cate's summer dresses are being replaced by pants and socks on our morning walks with Henry. The Riverside Park trees are just barely, barely turning color. Last Thursday it rained and I gleefully made my first pot of soup (sweet potato, lentil, and coconut curry).
I have been a little silent the last couple of weeks. When I get overwhelmed with personal correspondence (email! facebook! blog stuff! real letters!) I tend to not do ANYTHING. Bad! I am digging out this week. What do I do instead? Read, of course! And I have been reading such good stuff lately. Telfer and I are rereading Harry Potter again. Just started Goblet of Fire yesterday. Recommend: Lorrie Moore's A Gate at the Stairs (college girl story, love her words) and Tracy Kidder's Strength is What Remains (true-story: Burundi man escapes genocide for NYC).
Chris and Mendy stayed with us during the Labor Day weekend on their way back from Greece and Israel – very fun. Notable: We went to Our Town (very moving and, nothing against high school productions, but this was one of those plays that affected me more as an adult, with adult actors – kind of obvious).
Eleanor is living about a 10-15 minute walk from us but we see her most days. She needs to study and likes our apartment and this pretty much equals free babysitting (Cate still goes to bed at 7:00 PM). This is one of my most favorite things about living here: our daughter gets to spend a lot of time with one of her aunts (who happens to be one of my most favorite people). So special.