Thanksgiving was quiet and peaceful in Marin: just Daniel, me, Terry, and his kids. We all spent each day sleeping until noon, except for a ten-mile hike Sunday through elk herds to Tomales Point. Now Christmas is coming and promises to be equally quiet; my brother is flying in and I will have Daniel and Ned for half the day. My parents have passed into a new category of folks who feel physically unable to travel. And I can't take the kids to Florida until Ned is 18 and can make his own choices. There was another small transition this month; Ned is now driving himself to school in the ancient stick shift Toyota Paseo: no more daily car conversations. Time passes, and things change. After Victoria's last post, I have just been grateful for everyone's continuing place in my life.
I have been a terrible Christmas card person; forgive me and accept my wishes for love and contentment at Christmas and in the New Year. Here is a picture of my sons and my niece Jessica at Steve's apartment in the West Village:
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I have never seen your sons. And they are beautiful. My heart sees your face in one of them and Geoff's in the other. What a wonder. Please email me and tell me what they are doing these days. I would love to meet them.
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