On The Road to Darien... Again

An Early Spring Swim

6:00

We are up before 6:00 because of today's drive, about seven hours, to Connecticut.  We hope to be on our way by 7:00 at the latest, getting us to Darien by 2:00, 3:00 at the latest depending on traffic and weather. The poem below appeared in yesterday's Writer's Almanac and it captures perfectly spring here at the lake.  We almost give up hope that spring well arrive then suddenly, in a day or two, it's here.

Spring by Linda Pastan Just as we lose hope she ambles in, a late guest dragging her hem of wildflowers, her torn veil of mist, of light rain, blowing her dandelion breath in our ears; and we forgive her, turning from chilly winter ways, we throw off our faithful sweaters and open our arms.

Yesterday began with yoga at 9:30, as they have decided to fill Tuesday morning with a class which is great.  Now there are classes every morning, six days a week, if I want to go.  Class was just two of us and Courtney, our teacher, but I don' think word is out yet that there is a Tuesday morning class. Hopefully, more will begin to attend.

I expected a rainy day from the weather report but it was sunny when I walked out of the yoga studio and it stayed that way the rest of the day.  We spent the morning getting organized for the trip, packing, cleaning, and Evie made some snickerdoodles for Mitch, his favorite.  I finished up the cauliflower soup for lunch, with a couple of hot dogs, watched some ESPN, the topic, the Browns choice of Johnny Mansell.  Boring.

God's Grandeur 

After lunch, the sun really warmed things up, the clouds puffy and magnificent, hanging over the eastern shore of the lake.  Evie went out on the dock to read around 1:00, then I went out after lunch and a brief nap.  It was actually too warm for me, the temperature hovering around 85º.  Spring, no summer, has arrived.  It was so hot, I worked up a sweat just sitting and reading in my chair.  Evie, of course, wanted to go in for a dip and it was warm enough to think it.  But it was still cold, the water in  the 50's but she went in anyways, perhaps the earliest she has ever been in the lake. Wisely, she did not linger!

 Or A Mindless Algorithm 

We enjoyed a glass of wine around 5:30, the lake calm, a slick blue, the sky filled with cotton ball like clouds. A boat or two were out on the lake, and it was still very warm, 85º.  I was literally sweating as I sat enjoying my wine. For dinner, Evie made one of our new favorites, polenta with a mushroom/soy sauce. And of course, we had a salad, then watched TV, Stewart and Colbert, then Friday Night Lights before I could get back to Alex Cross's pursuit of a serial killer in ALONG CAME A SPIDER.

Random Think: "Eat food, not too much, mostly plants."  Michael Pollan

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