A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
(45% of the royalties for the song are donated to the Israeli Committee Against House Demolitions, because, in Seeger’s own words, “[in addition to the music] I did write six words)–Wikipedia
snowed in with family, a good thing.
taking the medicine
I know the T. Wolfe rule , you can’t go home again. And so, tried to snap this house one last time. Home of my step-dad. North bank of the James River, under a dense arboreal canopy, within earshot of the trains. It’s been a place of stability, comfort, beauty, work, love. He raised a family here early on. More recently, the past decade, this the home for an older married couple.
I share a birthday with my god children, cake last night.
Last year, Thanksgiving, I tried to sit my cousins and their children in this chair, snap portraits (4×5″ film). This year I am settling for one digital photo of Lois, made possible through the dog wrangling skills of Peyton Fitzhugh and Lana Sachs.
Lois was queen for the day. Sophie stayed home, did deep cleaning on the broccoli casserole pot, realizing the Cinderella benefits.
Cousin Ned and family in the UK this year. Missed them like sin. Always missing someone on Thanksgiving.