This morning - an incredibly rainy one - we said goodbye to "K" and "I." The Weatherman made his homemade waffles and even I managed to be somewhat awake and present for the goodbyes. We will actually see them on Sunday for graduation. "K" is graduating after 3 years in the program. This was "I"'s first year; she'll be back next year, hopefully staying with us.
I was talking to "K' and "I" about what I should wear for the dinner to celebrate my sister's wedding. My Sis got married last weekend out in California. It was very small - a second wedding for both her and her new husband. The happy couple are flying to New York today and her East Coast family are celebrating the marriage at a small party tonight.
The Queen has been updating me on what she's been doing this month. Just a few nights ago she was out with some friends. She also let me know when she was "gettin' something to eat then going to take a shower."
The NYT reported this morning that the senators who are trying to hammer out the new health care system have been munching on snacks like Doritos, Oreos, beef jerky and - something I never knew existed - "chippers," which are chocolate-covered potato chips. (Please, Lord, never allow any chippers within 5 miles of me.)
Sounds like the title of a really good mystery, right? Well, it is. My wonderful friend Joanne Dobson has another book coming out, the next installment in part of her Karen Pelletier mysteries. Karen, the protagonist, is a college professor who uses literary sleuthing to solve crimes. In this book - I got to read an early draft - Karen is up for tenure and it looks like she's a shoe-in, when suddenly .... wait! I was about to give up the plot! You better read it yourself.
Yesterday evening when I went upstairs to tell K and I, our visiting scholarship students, that dinner was ready, I found both of them sound asleep. Wiped out. Exhausted. Waking them up was no easy thing - I sleeps curled up with an ipod playing in her ear, and even gentle shaking was not doing it.
The two girls who are staying with us for the next two weeks are really more than visitors. The two, who I will simply call "I" and "K" are participating in a summer scholarship program. They are part of a group of kids from the Bronx who show academic promise. They come up to Chappaqua, take classes at the local high school and also do all sorts of activities like swimming and tennis and attending a Shakespeare production - all with an eye towards enriching and expanding their worlds.
On this date, 40 years ago, I was at Camp Wyonegonic, the oldest girls camp in the United States. It was a rustic place - just a string of wooden cabins along a lake in Maine. There was electricity only in the main building, which we called "The Wiggy."
One of the funny things about writing a book on mothers and sons is that people often presume I must be very close to my son, but not to my daughter. This couldn't be further from the truth. (In fact it's just one of the many fallacies surrounding the topic.)
Sorry for the fuzzy photo, but I was trying to capture my cat Lawson's girth. About two months ago, the vet put Lawson on a diet. We have been strictly monitoring his intake - limiting the frequency and portion of his feedings.
I have a lot of empathy for Sonia Sotomayor. Of course, according to some Republicans, "empathy" is now a negative trait, synonymous with "bias" or "bleeding heart." But hey - what do you expect from a Wise, White, German/English/Polish/Irish/Scottish/Russian Woman like myself?
I'm home, after 1300 + miles in the car in 5 days. On our trip from Maine to New York this weekend, I managed to talk to My Sis on the cell phone through 3 states - Maine into New Hampshire into Massachusetts. (You'd think we would have covered everything on our Sister Trip, but evidently not...) As icing on the cake, I caught up with My Daughter from Massachusetts into Connecticut. Gotta love those unlimited calling plans.
Here is the Inn where My Sis and I are staying. I wanted to feature our room's fire escape - a coiled rope in the corner of the room next to the window. But instead of packing the little wire that allows me to download my photos, I packed the one that let's me update my ipod. Ah well - please enjoy this stock photo of the pretty Red Lion Inn in Stockbridge, Ma.
Just got back from the Adirondacks last night. Lots of rain, lots of food, lots of family. I'm home long enough to take a nice long shower, do two loads of laundry and repack. This morning I'm heading up to the Berkshires to spend a few days with my sister. My Sis lives in California and she and I always try to carve out some time alone together each year.
Really, really, I was going to refrain from blogging about Gov. Mark Sanford and his indiscretions. I am not big on following the personal peccadilloes of politicians and do believe there is such a thing as privacy, even for someone in political life.