Up at the end of the right-of-way, where it turns north in front of our neighbors' houses, you can look out through some trees, across a placid mill pond, and at a large brick factory complex. Digital Computers once had its world headquarters here, before Hewlett-Packard put them to bed. We watch a colorful sunset paint the clouds in the eastern sky behind the factory. It was a very nice weekend for us. On Saturday, Maxim began her dance classes at Miss Kathy's Dance Zone right in downtown Maynard. We walked there from home, through the Farmer's Market and past the new pharmacy. Maxim got new white tap shoes and a smiley face for her ballet slipper - because she had done a good job, the teacher told her. It stayed overcast, but the weather web site said it would not rain, so we put more paint on the front of the house. We are quite nearly finished with the body now.
Just a couple more stripes and chunks around the bay window and then we can finish the trim. On Saturday evening we jumped in the car and visited our friends John and Lisa, whose son Griffin is in Maxim's class at the Community School. We ate grilled tuna and grilled potatoes and fruit pudding and ice cream. Maxim and Griffin played very well, Maxim adapted to some new games and she convinced Griffin to dance a little bit. Lisa, who is a musician, played piano music for Maxim to twirl to. Noah hung drums around his neck and beat out a rhythm. Lisa and John worry that their son is too hyper and disobedient, but he seems perfectly four to us. Griffin is a very smart kid, and it seems that with intelligence comes intensity. On Saturday before we headed over to Griffin's house, while Marcela and the kids napped, I decided to paint a little on the back as well. I got another two stretches of the strip at top and both of the second story windows.
I almost fell asleep in the rocking chair at the end of the night in John and Lisa's living room. You can see the new paint in this photograph. On Sunday, we piled in the car and visited Boston. We ate delicious southern cooking and listened to loud jazz music with my father and some dear old family friends. Then we took a short walk around Boston. We ambled through old neighborhoods and warm memories. Three generations. Those who saw me grow, watching me take my turn with grandchildren or near-grandchildren. Marcela and I are happy with the colors we have chosen for our house and we are pleased with the tenor taken by our life together.
Up at the end of the right-of-way, where it turns north in front of our neighbors' houses, you can look out through some trees, across a placid mill pond, and at a large brick factory complex. Digital Computers once had its world headquarters here, before Hewlett-Packard put them to bed. We watch a colorful sunset paint the clouds in the eastern sky behind the factory. It was a very nice weekend for us. On Saturday, Maxim began her dance classes at Miss Kathy's Dance Zone right in downtown Maynard. We walked there from home, through the Farmer's Market and past the new pharmacy. Maxim got new white tap shoes and a smiley face for her ballet slipper - because she had done a good job, the teacher told her. It stayed overcast, but the weather web site said it would not rain, so we put more paint on the front of the house. We are quite nearly finished with the body now. 
Just a couple more stripes and chunks around the bay window and then we can finish the trim. On Saturday evening we jumped in the car and visited our friends John and Lisa, whose son Griffin is in Maxim's class at the Community School. We ate grilled tuna and grilled potatoes and fruit pudding and ice cream. Maxim and Griffin played very well, Maxim adapted to some new games and she convinced Griffin to dance a little bit. Lisa, who is a musician, played piano music for Maxim to twirl to. Noah hung drums around his neck and beat out a rhythm. Lisa and John worry that their son is too hyper and disobedient, but he seems perfectly four to us. Griffin is a very smart kid, and it seems that with intelligence comes intensity. On Saturday before we headed over to Griffin's house, while Marcela and the kids napped, I decided to paint a little on the back as well. I got another two stretches of the strip at top and both of the second story windows.
I almost fell asleep in the rocking chair at the end of the night in John and Lisa's living room. You can see the new paint in this photograph. On Sunday, we piled in the car and visited Boston. We ate delicious southern cooking and listened to loud jazz music with my father and some dear old family friends. Then we took a short walk around Boston. We ambled through old neighborhoods and warm memories. Three generations. Those who saw me grow, watching me take my turn with grandchildren or near-grandchildren. Marcela and I are happy with the colors we have chosen for our house and we are pleased with the tenor taken by our life together.
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