sum­mer memories

--August 29th, 2006--

I couldn’t resist basi­cally a pic­ture post. How can we ever for­get the twin foals born at Red Horse Sta­bles? Nor how we found out: Avery and I are such well-known pool rats that when Anne and David had some­thing to tell us, they knew exactly where to go. It was so funny to look up in the sun­shine at the side of the South­bury Munic­i­pal Pool and see fully-dressed Anne com­ing toward us, arms prac­ti­cally wav­ing with excite­ment. “There are twin baby horses in the pad­dock at Red Horse!” So we dried off and drove away, and sure enough: two lit­tle foals. Appar­ently while it’s not that unusual for a mare to be preg­nant with twins, it’s very unlikely that both will be born safely. So these two are real mir­a­cles. We have vis­ited them with loyal fre­quency ever since.

Then I had to show you the street sign from Mys­tic, Con­necti­cut, where I took Avery to visit twice, to see Cici. Can you believe it? There’s also Avery Cor­ner. Who was this Avery?

But noth­ing can top the pres­ence of Jane in our sum­mer. Have you ever seen such a crea­ture? We will miss her ter­ri­bly. Jill and Joel sim­ply have to sched­ule a visit to Lon­don, that’s all there is to it. There must be some impor­tant sport­ing event Jill can pro­duce, right? I’ll keep my eyes out. How can we pos­si­bly spend the next ten months just HEAR­ING what Jane is doing? Will she keep on sit­ting in her Think­ing Chair and Think­ing? Will she con­tinue to do touch­downs and find the book of funny faces, and do “happy feet”? No, she’ll learn a whole bunch of new party tricks and we won’t know. Thank good­ness for dig­i­tal cam­eras, and pretty soon she can talk well enough to spend lots of her par­ents’ money on exten­sive transat­lantic phone calls. Sob. Jane has greatly added to our lit­er­ary knowl­edge this sum­mer, our money being on the hereto­fore unknown to us Mo Willems, author of such gems as “Don’t Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus,” fol­lowed by the even more stim­u­lat­ing, “Don’t Let the Pigeon Stay Up Late”. Per­haps the best, though, is “Knuf­fle Bunny.” If you need baby presents, go for the whole pile.

Well, we’re off right now to din­ner at the Olive Tree, one of per­haps two din­ners out we have had here in Con­necti­cut. It’s too much fun to cook, to jus­tify going out. But this restau­rant was rec­om­mended by Rol­lie and Judy, and bor­ders two golf courses, so it should be pretty. We had such a nice din­ner at Rol­lie and Judy’s house, a real farm­house meal. Chicken in a mush­room sauce, and then the veg­eta­bles! Steamed fresh beans and zuc­chini, car­rots and tiny new pota­toes. And I brought pesto, so the boys (Rol­lie Junior, Chris and Todd) spread it on their bread. Then fresh peach and blue­berry pie with a real lat­ticed crust. I don’t think I’ve ever eaten a real pie like that served by the real per­son who made it! We’ll let you know how the Olive Tree is.

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