"If Obama wins the selection, will she get to live in the lighthouse?"
That's what we're hoping, sweetheart.
I have columns up at wondertime here, here, and here.
And here's a picture Ben took through a piece of pink Saran Wrap. Very Seventies-Rolling-Stone-Magazine, no?
I can't believe that we were on our way to the Cape when I last wrote. And now it's school and maple leaves crunching under shoes and socks and it's wild grapes everywhere and wild grape smell and wild grape jam in everybody's yogurt. Plus, my usual fall melancholy. Sigh.
Enjoy your weekend, friends. I hope you're well.