Notes from a train

It's evening here, somewhere between New London and Boston on the Acela train. This really is a civilized way to travel. Views of the Atltantic coastline, at times in sun, sometimes some fog a little bit offshore, and four hours in a quiet cabin with time to think and catch up on unfinished tasks. The views make me itch to explore on a bicycle. Spoke to Papi by cell phone and heard about all the work he'd accomplished today outdoors at Tiverton.

Road trip

Reconize the driver's profile?


We had clear views all around the bay on our drive north to stay with our friends in Sebastopol.


We carried only the essential gear.


Their house has a glorious view west across Sonoma county.


We helped assemble a tee pee for the beans and provided weeding services.

Yellow belt!

Also on Sunday, H participated in a promotion ceremony with her Karate class. About sixteen students, age 6 to ~15. H had to perform movements solo before a panel of four adult black belts. She executed her routine with great poise, balance, concentration and precision. I was taken aback at how composed she was, and how well she did. Her teacher has a wonderful manner as well. Many other standouts among the others in the class. H was awarded a yellow belt at the finish.

Birthday at eight

After this, two pieces of cake, then a tickling frenzy at the hand of his parents that left him writhing under the table.



Dinner was accompanied by a fine '01 Chateau Monbousquet red courtesy of Uncle Bob, who also arranged for delivery of a sensational new board game.