Walking

With my biggest kid. No, not Steve, James. Before he returns to the sun and glare of LA, time for some autumn New England woodlands. We even took the dog. And she stuck with it the entire time. Except for when I carried her past scary dogs and over rough terrain. We saw the swans, up close today, just hanging out and fishing for the good stuff at the bottom of a quiet little pool in a corner of the marsh that we call Baker's Meadow. The kids are almost the same size as the adults, but still brownish. They will be snow white by midwinter I think. Or maybe by the time they migrate in November. They gave a good long look until we got too noisy and then we got the Swan Butt salute as they found a more serene part of the meadow to patrol.

For dinner then we went out to Helmands, which is an Afghani restaurant in Cambridge. The food is deceptively simple and good. It was our good night evening out with James and Gloria, James flies back very early Sunday morning and Gloria will be around for a couple more weeks subbing for her mom - a locally noted piano teacher for all the type A's children in the area. I wish my kids didn't live so far away. It's nice to see them. Maybe this is the year we fly out there at Christmas. And then again maybe not. ..it is LA after all.