Something about the first thick snowfall (early, this year, and who knows how much more to come – lots, if the forecasts are correct) – it seems more photogenic than any subsequent snowfalls. Chiara came home to us for the holiday and we went to the Hoffmanns for our Thanksgiving dinner, as we have for the better part of twenty years. This morning I really needed some exercise to shift the potato, stuffing, and pie, all full of cream, from last night, and before breakfast I managed a mile in the pool at the Y, as comfortably as before the arthitis outbreak – which avocados seem to have banished completely. I could have gone on for a second mile, but as so often there wasn’t time. And after an hour of it, swimming back and forth becomes atrociously dull, unless there’s a story underway that needs unriddling, to keep my mind entertained.
In the background the mountain, Mt. Overlook, that we live beneath
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