Hanging out at home

Dear family and friends,

The photos are from our friends Michèle and Raymond. The first picture shows their grandson Marc (top left) in his classroom in Le Harve. Doesn't it look like any happy classroom anywhere in the world? The picture on the right shows the beach at Perros in Normandy, where we once traveled with our friends. Since then they have purchased an apartment there, indicated by the arrow pointing to the first bay window on the left I think. They have fixed it up and feel quite at home there. As usual, click on a photo to enlarge it; then back arrow to return to the blog.

My day yesterday included a good visit with the physical therapist, who assures me I am getting stronger, followed by a trip to North Shore Farms. I find shopping easy to do because my handicapped permit allows me to park very near the entrance. I lean on the shopping wagon and keep my cane handy in case of need—but I didn't need it. I picked up many staples, such as the Nova Scotia Salmon I like.

Later in the afternoon Laury came by and read aloud what she had written for a part of our edition of Measure for Measure which she had intertwined with what I had written. I have learned from my writing group how helpful it is to hear the words as well as see them on the computer screen or paper.

In the evening Rick joined us for supper, The News Report, and Bill Maher, the last show of the season. Merwin also asked him to replace two bulbs in our high ceiling—a task Rick is well equipped for with his strength and balance. All well and good—but not enough time for chatting. He will be moving into his apartment in Chelsea soon, and we hope to go to Shakespeare in the Park with him and Harris and Evelyn, if we can put it all together.

Merwin spent a good part of his day on the frustrating job of trying to replace a broken handle on a shower stall. What frustration for him. He'll probably succeed at it today.

Yesterday was Harvey and Sandy's 30th anniversary, and when he called, I asked him what he thought about it. The first thought was how unbelievable it was—thirty years! The second was a profound feeling of satisfaction that he and Sandy have a deep friendship, so many things they enjoy doing together (like going out just the two of them for dinner), friends they have in common, and a general feeling of happiness. And why not? Sandy is among the best people in the world. Merwin and I wish them many many more years of joy together, with peace and serenity.

Love to all,
Bernice