And then it snowed. We thought it might, and so piled the toys back in the sandbox before we headed out the door for the holiday. This morning we tried to take Maxim and Noah sledding at the golf course on the other side of town, but Noah would not put on his snow pants or even a winter jacket. He stood in the hallway and screamed. Marcela took Maxim herself, two novice sledders on a pretty steep hill. They said the sled went faster than they expected, but they really enjoyed it. While they were gone, Noah and I played with blocks and with his trains and watched his "Here Come the ABCs" DVD and then he complained some more for a while. He really wasn't feeling well. When Marcela and Maxim got home, Catherine came over made books with Maxim and then snow forts. Marcela and Maxim made the first snowman of the season, this little fellow who survived the afternoon, but had lost his head by morning (Friday night in Maynard, you never know what's going to happen). We saw the squirrel that lives in the big spruce tree in back carrying mouthfuls of dried leaves to insulate his home better. Winter has really set in. The snow melts at the edges and will go away in another day or two, but there is more to follow, I think. This year Maxim seems ready for snow play. Noah may need some more practice. He did willingly put on his winter jacket later when he realized he would otherwise miss a trip in the car. We'll see how he responds to a sled ride. Today Maxim went to her friend Gwen's house. Noah enjoyed some alone time with Mommy and Daddy. We make chili and desserts that have to be cooked in the oven. Warming the house with the production of tasty treats and delicious dinners. Maxim makes piles of snow in an attempt to recreate a snow fort we made last year in the corner of the yard. Maybe not today, but it should be possible before the year turns.

The lawn toys were put away and the toys were taken out again. The fall keeps sending us pleasant days and we keep finding ways to enjoy them. On Saturday we visited our newest cousin, Erik William Beane, a handsome plug of boy who came into the world less than two weeks ago. He is being well cared for by his father Zachary and his mother Shanna. Maxim and Noah thought he was terrific and cannot wait to see him again. Marcela and I thought he was pretty special too. It has been along time since we held a brand new baby. It is difficult not hold another and daydream... Erik is the most recent in a long line of cousins, he's number 11 and counting. The drive to Portland and back in one day was ok for the grown-up (mostly) but a bit too much for the kids, who seem to have forgotten how to go on car trips. "How much longer, Daddy? Are we almost there." Maxim would ask just about every three minutes. Eventually, we got there and we returned without too much trouble. Sunday, our friends Ken and Coralie came to visit with their son Nico. They just learned that they have been placed with a baby to adopt. They will be going to Russia in early December to meet their new baby and then returning to wait an agonizing three months before they can bring her home. Coralie loves to read to the kids and they love to sit and listen. While we were all outside (the day was fantastic) I finished painting the final details on the house. The bottom part of the front porch, its runners and the crossed-slat covering needed small brush work. I also discovered that some of the door frame had not gotten even a first coat. I painted it all, with some help from Nico, and have now finished the house completely for the season. In the evening Ken used our web connection to search for affordable hotels in Moscow and Paris for their trip to meet the baby. We made fresh pizza dough and had cheese, blue cheese, wild mushroom and pepperoni pizza for dinner. Every one ate heartily before calling it a night. Monday, back to work again. Soon the snow will be upon us. Four more weeks until winter solstice and the light and longer days creep back. We are happy this holiday season. Surrounded by love.

The ladder has finally found its way home. It has been unusually warm this week. As a result, the kids get to play outside, and we even got so inspired that we stained the cross-beams on the inside of the fence. The wood had become exposed after last winter and was graying. We don't have enough stain or enough time to do the whole thing this fall (unless there is another weekend like this past) so Marcela suggested the conservationist approach of treating the areas that are in most need. Maxim followed me around the yard as I painted. "Can I paint too, Daddy?" I told her she couldn't since the stain was oil-based and hard to clean up. "Look at what I can do," she said climbing the wrong way up the slide. "Look, Daddy." I would finish a brush full and turn around. "Wow!" I'd exclaim. "Are you gonna paint the whole thing?" She'd ask. The fence looks less intimidating than the house, but it is actually more square footage. Yesterday, Maxim's best friend Gwen came over after their gymnastics class (they have the class together) and they played all afternoon. Marcela said they slept together with Noah in our big bed at nap time. Later in the afternoon Marcela gave them our plain clay pots and some paint and each of them painted a pot. Gwen got to take hers home, along with the aloe plant inside it. This afternoon as the rains drizzled down and warm moist air blew through the region (it was 62 degrees at mid-afternoon!), the kids watched a movie about a giant peach, part claymation by Tim Burton. "Are you gonna stay for the scary part?" Noah asks. "I don't like the scary part." I did, printing some emails and web pages while I was up there. Always something to read. Always something to write. The kids fell fast asleep without argument, as a flood of schoolchildren made their way home past my door.

The ladder has got to go back to our friend Dan, but for the moment it sits in the back yard. Next spring we will have to purchase one of these for ourselves. There is gutter work and roof work to do. It was a cold week compared to those that came before. There was frost three nights. But many of the days were sunny like this one and so the kids have played outside at mid-day. Marcela raked the piles of leaves and, shortly after this picture was taken, I put them in a lawn bag. I would like to compost them. We can use the soil. For the fall and winter we switched the kitchen table back to the end-against-the-wall set up. It leaves more room in the kitchen for the kids to play. Yesterday Maxim did not want to go to her dance class when we got there in the morning. "I don't like to dance the whole time," she said. The school is getting the girls ready for the Christmas show and they practice a lot. "That's what dancers have to do," I told her. "Sometimes they don't feel very much like dancing, but they go and practice anyway. That's how they get good." She thought about it for a minute or two and then said, "Ok, Daddy, I'll go this time." I told her I was proud of her. Noah and I went to the coffee shop while she danced. He walked along the front of the baked goods display and said, "I want this and this and this and this and this." I bought him a banana muffin and me a bagel with cream cheese. He ate the bagel, I ate the muffin. We are facing a small pet crisis these days. Bones somehow got fleas and before we realized it, he had slept in our bed and Maxim's bed and Noah's bed and on the couch and on just about every carpet in the house. We treated him a month ago and the buggers seem to have jumped ship and found their way to Noah and Marcela. About a week ago, they found their way back to Bones. For now, Bones is banned to the first floor, we vacuum every day, and wash sheets and pillows all the time (I even vacuum Bones some times). When we go away for Thanksgiving, we will treat the carpets with borax. Poor Bones. He's 17 and barely has the energy to scratch. The cut light of November is here and the kids cannot wait for snow.

It was a busy October for all of us. It will be a busy November too. The sun came out a few times during the past couple of weeks, although it was mostly rainy. Noah, Maxim, and Catherine are playing school in the backyard in this photograph. But the kids have begun shifting their play inside. We have removed most of the summer stuff from the back yard and put it into storage. Once the leaves fall from the saplings in the yard, I will cover them with plastic for the winter. We have stopped cutting the grass, and are about half done removing the dead growth from this past season. Our sunflower stalks still stand in front, as does one of our tomato plants. The big excitement came last Sunday when we inherited a new piano from Vic Lalli! We dead-lifted it into a small pickup truck and drove it over. It needs some aesthetic work but it sounds great. Noah likes to walk his fingers up the notes. He calls the low notes the "the scary part." "Don't play the scary part," he says when I play bass notes. Maxim is trying to pick out "Twinkle, Twinkle." I'm pretty excited, too. It meant shifting around the living room a little bit. The piano goes where the couch used to be, the couch goes under the north window, the stereo goes to the place where the bookshelf was, and the bookshelf was moved out into the hallway. Everything rotated 45 degrees. But, inexplicably, it has made the room feel bigger and more welcoming. For Halloween, downtown Maynard closes the main street and all the shops participate in a trick-or-treat bonanza. Maxim dressed as Tinkerbell, but would not wear the sweater under the costume. Noah was a clown. Marcela and I wished we had had more time to get dressed up ourselves. Hundreds of people filled the downtown. It was great fun. But because of the holiday, there has been far too much candy in our house the past two weeks. Far too many tummy aches, and far too much crying about wanting more candy. It was easier last year when we spent Halloween in Buenos Aires. Instead of candy, we had cake for Nacha's birthday. (It is spring there, so you can imagine a seasonal holiday like Halloween wouldn't make sense.) A week ago last Friday, as if to remind us that summer was really and truly behind us, it snowed. Not a lot and nothing really stuck, but down it came in great sloppy flakes that crashed to the ground in icy kerplunks. It shaded our grass a little bit white for a few hours. Maxim wanted us to put some in a bowl with maple syrup. "I love snow," she said. "I love to eat it with maple syrup. Can you get me some, Daddy?" "It's not light enough to eat," I told her to her deep disappointment. The trees on summer hill are finally turning too. They are mostly oaks, so they come along later in the season. The fall is rolling through with its last display of colors. No killing frost yet, but we are pretty sure it will be upon us before the next full moon. Our rhythms change, we close windows and replace screens, and put on more clothes, and scramble around to make the most of the shortened days and impediments to movement.

Fall has come and the white ash next door has dropped its leaves, many of them making their way to our back yard. This photo is actually a week old. After I took it it continued to rain and the children had to find things to do inside. This wasn't a problem because Marcela had picked up tickets to the Children's Museum in Boston and we all rode into the city together. I taught my class and the kids played around the museum. There was sand to be molded and trucks to be driven around and groceries to be purchased and giant bubbles to be blown and so on and so forth for almost three hours. We all met back at the Alewife station of the Red Line and drove home together along route 2 and 62. The rains continued. On Friday I went to Maxim's pre-school class at the Community School and taught the pre-schoolers some science concepts through story and song. One of the stories I told began, "Once upon a time in the great kingdom of Maynardia there was a very spoiled little princess..." "Hey!" Maxim shouted. I usually tell the story I told with Maxim as the main character, "Not you, honey," I assured her. It kept raining, water gathered in small but growing puddles in our basement. Bones couldn't get to his litter box. On Saturday I drove to Sandwich for a workshop. It poured. Marcela took the kids under umbrella through the rain downtown to Diana's Dance Zone. Maxim is learning dance steps for the Christmas show they will do at the Middle School auditorium. She likes to practice. Noah is fascinated with trains. He likes us to wait in South Acton for Marcela's train to leave on the mornings that we drop her off. He holds his hand out the window and waves. "Bye train!" He shouts, "Bye train!" He usually gets a wave from one of the conductors. He always asks if we are going to the train when we get in the car. He has a small plastic train set that he plays with in the living room and a conductor's hat that he got from his Grammy. Saturday afternoon, it poured some more. At the end of the day, just as the sun was going down, the clouds broke at the western horizon. Sun light is like a breath of pure oxygen after ten days of cloud-diffused light. And then, just as quickly, the sun set and the winds came. 45-50 MPH winds all day Sunday. The leaves that had turned by then were all blown from their trees. Sunday night Marcela and I dropped Maxim and Noah at Griffin's house with his parents John and Lisa (bless their hearts) and went out for a Mother's Day (Argentina) dinner. Marcela is a wonderful mother to our children, and we celebrated that fact and talked about the kids and laughed at the joy they bring us every day. We have the mother to thank. Gracias a la mama mas mejor, gracias Marcela, por todo. Te amamos mucho mucho!

More rain. It does wonders for the remaining plant life and sends earthworms tumbling into our basement, but it hasn't been ideal outside weather at all. Yesterday morning, Maxim's friend from Community School, Joey, invited her over for a play date. Having only one child for the middle of the day kept it quiet in the house. I tried to balance the checkbook and moved things around in the basement. I found puddles of water under the plastic from painting and around a pile of odd-sized wood. I put the fan on it to hurry evaporation. Noah enjoyed having his parents to himself and Maxim had great fun at Joey's house. I made artichoke heart marinara over penne and whipped up a batch of butterscotch brownies, which I haven't made since I was 13 years old and which Marcela had never eaten before. We started downloading tape from the summer and fall to send along with Marcela's mom Nacha's birthday package. She has a birthday on October 31st. This morning was as gray and rainy as every other day this week. I went on a long walk through the school woods and then took Maxim to her gymnastics class. The kids played very well today, almost without fighting at all. While we were at gymnastics, Marcela and Noah harvested our small carrot crop from the front raised-bed garden. There were nine or ten in all, not too big, and we managed to finish them by mid-afternoon. After dinner - Marcela had made a delicious barley and corn soup and fried spinach - we put the kids in their pajamas and drove over to the library for Tuesday night storytime. We have a wonderful children's librarian in Maynard; he remembers every child's name and offers these weekly evening story readings. Tonight, Noah's best friend Aron, who used to go to his daycare, was there. Noah shared his blankie with Aron, but not another little girl who also wanted to sit there. "Mommy, the baby is on my blanket," he cried out. Maxim showed Mark (the librarian) the pictures of princesses on her new pajamas. They didn't want to go to bed when we got home, as usual, but they fell asleep quickly. We can't wait to see the sun again. I think we are all tired of these dreary rainy days.

Rain. Now in the third day. The kids find ways to play and scuttle up and down from room to room, picking things up, making up games, putting them down somewhere else and moving on. But they miss being able to run. Noah runs anway, around the loop through the hall, kitchen, and living room. Maxim makes up more complicated play and moves more things. Last night Maxim and Noah made a dancing train around the loop. Noah dances by bouncing his squat little body and moving his arms alternately and separately up and down. Maxim made sure the train would have to stop in the kitchen so she could show her new dance. "When I go like this," she says to Marcela and I while showing her best bow, "You clap, ok?" She opens the kitchen door halfway into the room and goes 'back stage' behind it. Noah continues into the living room, moving well to the music. We are listening to Vic Lali, our local children's musician. During the summer Maxim and Noah went almost every Thursday to Vic's morning music sing-a-long at the Knights of Columbus Hall downtown. Vic is giving us a piano, if we can get it here to our house. Marcela had several booklets with circles and squares of sample book materials. She and the kids pulled the pieces off and built another train collage to add to the wall in the kid's room. They have just begun their work in this photograph. They will finish today by adding glitter to all the things they painted and glued yesterday. You can also see the mural Marcela painted on the wall behind the sink in this photograph. Maxim found a deck of my playing cards yesterday and asked me what games you played with them. "Lots of grown up games, sweetie." I answered.
"Can you play kids' games, too?"
"Well..." I tried to think if I knew the rules to any kids' games. "You could play go fish."
“Go fish?" She asked. "How does that play? I never played with these before, that’s why. Do you have to take all the cards? I want to play beat the fish.”
“No, not beat the fish, go fish.”
“Can we play go fish? Is it easy? So you take all the cards? Well, what about these ones because these don’t have any fans on them. Daddy can you help me play beat the fish?” We played and she won.
They also watched movies. Once Upon a Potty is Noah's favorite one right now, even though he still won't sit. We had ravioli with an asparagus cream sauce for dinner last night and each of us had another of the spice cookies that Marcela and Maxim made yesterday morning. We talked about going to Hull this weekend, weeks ago. The rain has disuaded us. If it is not too wet, we will carefully rearrange the basement to accomodate the yard things we moved into it on Friday. They have forecast rain through next Saturday. We will have to rent some more movies.

When you are backcountry camping, you put your sleeping bag into what is called a "stuff sack" before you put it on your pack. The stuff sack is the smallest possible nylon bag into which your sleeping bag can compress. Your goal is to make the sleeping bag as small as you can so that it fits into your backpack. As summer suddenly becomes autumn, and the daylight loses out to nighttime, our daily activities begin to feel like that sleeping bag. Where we once had ambling days full of morning light and daylight and evening light when we could play outside and still have time to do the dishes and make dinner, we now rush home from work and hope we can get a snack into Maxim and Noah before sending them outside for a twilight ride up and down Front Street. It doesn't take longer to finish things, but the shorter days makes it feel that way. We have finally put away everything that was brought out for the barbeque. Today we will finish putting away summer yard items - the grill, the round table, the plastic chairs, and many of the kids' toys. We may have to mow the lawn one more time or twice more, but that should do it before winter. These shorter days and compressed activities have had an effect on the children this week. They don't seem ready to sleep when bed time comes, they wake up irritable and grumpy. Transitions are challenging for anyone, harder still when you are too young to understand. Over the fence to the north toward Summer Hill, you can see the colors just begining to emerge. This change was as sudden as the shorter days, and part of the same cycle of fall. The kids have sudden changes as well. Yesterday we asked Noah for the third day in a row to try sitting on the potty. He has been celebrating the fact that he is "a big boy" for a couple of weeks now. "No," he said matter-of-factly, "Because I not big enough." Maxim was in our bed this morning when we woke up. "I had a bad dream," she told me. "I dreamed a dragon took you away," she said. "But then I was here when you woke up," I said. "I wanted to make sure," she laughed, a little nervously. They play until it is dark, Noah running his car as fast as his little legs will take him and Maxim speeding back and forth on her bicycle and learning to stop with precision. "It's too dark kids," I holler from the doorway where I am correcting papers. "Ooohh," Maxim whines from the bend in the road, "We want to play more. Just one more daddy," Maxim pleads. "One more daddy," Noah parrots. "Ok, one more." Then we gather together at the table, the four of us, for dinner. Noah yells and makes monster noises and Maxim talks non-stop about princesses and fairies and where we hid her Halloween costume, and together we eat until our plates are empty.

It was a beautiful October 1st. This Saturday may have been the nicest Saturday weather-wise since winter broke last year. The sun was shining, the air was warm, but not hot, there was a light breeze. In the morning, Marcela took Maxim to her dance class and then met up with Marie and Gordon and Gwen to walk around downtown Maynard for the annual Maynard Fest. All of the stores put out sidewalk displays, there were sing-a-long's for kids and face painting and lawn-mower-pulled trains, and music. The Maynard Fest is trying to become a unique regional outdoor festival - a one-of-its-kind, end-of-the-year celebration - that advertises the town. Marcela returned with Noah close to noon and said Maxim had stayed with Gwen. We ate some lunch and I went back to what I had been doing in the morning: cleaning up the yard and the house, shopping for food and drink, and generally getting things ready for an afternoon and evening of children, food, and fireworks. I moved everything to one side of the yard and mowed. Then I moved everything back to the other side of the yard and mowed. Then I brought out my work table from the basement and a couple of table cloths and I set up a food area in back. I pulled out the bicycle, tricycle, and plastic car from the basement. I cooked potatoes and bacon for potato salad and chopped carrots and mixed dip and swept floors and moved things in the kicthen and moved the car and bartered with neighbors for parking places. All of this while periodically checking in on the Red Sox getting beat up by Randy Johnson. The barbeque and party were my idea, so a lot of the preparation was up to me. The rest of the family prepared in their own special way. They needed their rest because it was going to be a long night of excited conversation and play. (Bones would actually spend most of the party hiding in the hall closet, but he needs his rest too.) We invited people over because we discovered last year that our house sits almost directly underneath the annual fireworks show put on by the management of the Clock Tower Place office building that occupies the old factory buildings here in town. People started showing up at our house at 4:30 and we lit three barbeques at 5:45. After I managed to fight off several other alpha males for barbeque cooking priviledges, we proceeded to keep three grills filled with cooking food for an hour, sausages and hamburgers and vegetables and chicken and mushrooms. At its peak we crowded 35 parents and children into the backyard. Everyone kept asking where we needed to go to see the display. Stay where you are, we'd say. The kids were so excited. Fireworks! At 7:45, we started gathering people into the backyard. Any minute now. And then, without warning, the sky above us opened up. At the very same time that the parents all went ooh and aah, the children tried to jump under our skin and hide. We did not anticipate the shear terror it would evoke in almost every child, and they quickly retreated to the safety of Maxim's bedroom to watch through the window. Marie estimated the display must have cost about $500,000, given its length and complexity, and she quipped about how now she knew where her organization's steep rent costs at Clock Tower Place were going. Esperanza, Micaela, and Aron all stayed outside for the whole show. Brave children. We cleaned up a little bit and sent extra food along with whomever we could convince to take it. It was a festive Maynard Fest this year. This morning, only vague traces on the lawn and warm memories.

Yesterday was another class of gymnastics for Maxim. Afterwards, Marcela took Noah and Maxim to a nearby playground where they ran around and kicked the ball and played. "I'm a big boy," Noah told another boy's mother as he stood at the top of the slide. Maxim likes to practice being a dancer. Last night she pulled the kitchen door open half way into the room and hid behind it, stage left. She came onto the "stage" in full pose and twinkling along on her toes. When they picked me up at the train, Maxim had still been in her nightgown from her nap and was still quite sleepy. By the time we got home, they wanted to play. Within minutes, Dawn and Catherine wandered by the open kitchen door. Maxim invited Catherine to stay and play and they built another backyard structure, you can see in the photograph. We were delighted to come home and NOT have to paint some huge chunk of the house. We wandered around the backyard, looking at things again. We noticed that Maxim's gourd has produced another fruit. This one is yellow and green. Maxim's teachers have asked me to do a science presentation for the Teddy Bear room. I have been trying to think of ideas. Maxim, Noah and I have a story we tell on the way home from dropping Marcela at the train in the morning. Maxim complains that the sun is in her eyes and I ask her if she'd like me to call the people in charge and have it turned off. She says yes and I relay the message that they say they'll do it, but she's going to be hungry. Then we go through a long series of days that no one knows are days because the sun doesn't come up, and the plants start getting sad and weak, and the animals too, and finally there is no food to eat. "What should we do?" Turn the sun back on, they shout. I may use that one, and a song called Hey Little Ant that gives an ant's perspective on being squished by a boy. Marcela went to work early and returned late today. We ate tofu in coconut sauce and kielbasi for dinner. The kids sat with us for the whole dinner and then played in the living room. They listened to several books and went to bed quietly. Abuela called before they went to bed and Noah spoke to her. Earlier he had said 'Te quiero' [I love you] to Marcela, but he wouldn't say it to Abuela. Having Noah get on the phone was love enough for her.

Every Friday afternoon we experience a fleeting joy when our work week is done and the weekend has arrived. We will sleep in, we tell ourselves, and take it easy... I did say fleeting. Maxim went to her second dance class on Saturday. Marcela and Maxim had bought the dance "Zone" required outfit - black leotard, white tights - during the week, so Maxim was excited to be dressing up. Marcela brought Noah along too and they walked around downtown while Maxim learned some new steps. Saturday was also our neighbor Jake's 30th birthday. By early afternoon, people were beginning to gather next door. All four of us got cleaned up and wandered over with a small gift for Jake and beverages for the food table. Hot dogs and hamburgers were grilling and salad was spread. We ate a delicious ("Delicioso," as Maxim likes to say.) lunch and met more interesting Maynard people. At 3:00, Noah went to sleep and Marcela brought Maxim to Elizabeth's fifth birthday party, where Gwen and Lauren and Ahwa and Griffin and Joey and Sammy and Connor and Nicole and, well, pretty much the whole Teddy Bear room of the Community School, played and ate cake and played some more. Maxim returned with an extra gift bag for Noah. At dinner time, we noticed that the birthday party was still going strong next door, so we wandered back over and found the grill still grilling with hot dogs and burgers and many more of our neighbors sitting around amidst Jake's friends. We were offered dinner and cold beer, which we gladly accepted. We nibbled in the twilight catching up with people while Maxim and Noah and Catherine and Emmaline ran around under the trees and made houses in the grass. On Sunday, after breakfast, Gordon came over and picked up Maxim so he could take Gwen and her mushroom hunting in Stowe. We distracted Noah and he didn't seem to notice Maxim was gone. He likes to play around in different rooms and make up games that involve grunting and pushing things. Maxim returned from the mushroom hunt exhausted and Marcela had already lain down with Noah, so she climbed quietly into her bed and only bothered Marcela once to look for her blanket. I made curry and Gordon made kuchen and Marcela made salad and we ate dinner together while Maxim, Gwen, and Noah played at the end of the hallway. Perhaps the other notable thing this past weekend is the completion of all the big painting on the house. Front, back, side to side, all of the trim and body and about 1/3 of the basement, is covered. It was a bigger job than we thought, but it is mostly complete. For both of us, Marcela and I, it is a nice relief to know we beat the cold weather and rain and can gear up for next Friday, when for a fleeting moment, we will feel a momentary elation as the work week comes to an end. We can sleep in, we'll say to ourselves, take it easy...

The first day of fall, September 22, was among the most beautiful days of the past warm season. It rivalled July 4th in being sunny, yet dry and comfortable. It was the first day of fall, but it really felt like the middle of spring. Today Maxim remembered that she had been earning money for being helpful around the house and she asked if she could spend some of it on the coin-operated plastic carousel outside of the K-Mart in nearby south Acton. Marcela thought that was a great idea. But before they could go, there were lots of things to do at home. Marcela and the kids took a walk downtown in the morning, while I put together pictures to show to my class. After lunch, Marcela and the kids took a blanket and dessert and had a picnic by the side of Mill Pond. "This is just like camping," Maxim said. Noah and Maxim fed the ducks, who have gathered by the dozens in recent weeks on the pond. While the children slept, Marcela decided to paint the wall behind the counters in the kitchen with the blue paint we decided not to put on the house. I came home to the smell of drying paint and a nice new look to the kitchen. You can see in the photograph above the structure that Catherine built with the kids even later in the afternoon. Catherine would send Maxim in for blankets or pillows and, every time she went inside, Maxim would ask Marcela if it was time to go to the carousel yet. We need to mow this lawn. It has been two weeks with several rains. But instead, we finished painting the back of the house. It is now done! Only three sides to go. You can click on the photograph to see it a little bit better, but the light is a tad too flat to really show it off. Weather permitting, we will finish everything by Monday. Having been arms distance away from every brush of paint, we stand and look at the finished house and see all of the uneven lines and every place where there is a slight discoloration of paint, looking closer at more pieces of detail than anyone really would. It will take a few days or maybe a week before we can really see it, so our joy is muted today. But our sense of accomplishment is growing. Maxim helped us paint the basement section and described the details of the new paint out loud. "We used to have a yellow house with pink windows and now we have a green house with yellow windows," She said, "Red is my favorite color." Just before dark, they jumped in the car and went to the carousel.

Today was Maxim's second day at gymnastics. Marcela said she enjoyed it and followed directions well. They have her jumping on the big trampoline now and moving in and out of exercises with poses. Noah really wants to join her in the gym, but he is still too young. After the class, the three of them went to the shoe store and got Noah some fall sneakers ("They look too tight," he said when I held them up in the evening) and new black patent leather shoes for Maxim. When they all picked me up at the train everyone was in a good mood and relaxed. They even sat quietly with me in the car while Marcela ran into a store. It was warm enough to walk when we got home, so Marcela took the kids downtown while I finished most of the rest of the body of the house. The kids got back at the same time that Catherine came over and the three of them played in the front yard while I painted. Catherine likes to bring out the kids' guitar and make up songs while Maxim makes up dances. Noah likes to run around and see who will wrestle with him. Catherine is around so much these months that it is amost as if the kids have an older sibling. They have found their rhythm together and enjoy each other's company. Unfortunately, almost immediately after the sun went down, about a half an hour after this picture was taken, a downpour floated through. Heavy steady rain for twenty minutes. This morning, I peeked my head out the door and saw the results. The house has long yellowish streaks along both sides of the bay window where water runoff tore through the not-yet-dry paint. Fortunately the sun is up today and the sky is blue, so everything will dry and we can try again. This is one of those lessons we've learned as parents; sometimes you work hard to complete something and other forces have other ideas and you have to just smile, sigh, and wait for another opportunity. Everything gets completed in its time.

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.