Miscellany of snapshots since our return. Rosie Wilson, seen here toasting her college graduation with champagne (but.. wasn’t she born just the other day? Steve’s Rosie! Chiara’s contemporary…). A lovely fan of diverse foliage about our neighbors (sic) Paul and Sheri’s house. A small airplane! – which brought my old college pal and erstwhile publish Karl Sabbagh to visit me in Woodstock, piloted by his friend Jeff, the plane’s owner. They were accompanied by Jeff’s wife, a most celebrated astronaut: Katie Collins, veteran of 3 space flights and 3 space walks. Then a joyous reunion with my composer-colleague, Jimmy, at a well-known Upper West Side diner.
I’m blissfully ensconced in a tiny study room in our studio/cottage, while tenants, with two young daughters, fill our house and poolside with happy shrieks. We’ll be away through the winter, so are grateful for paying occupants. Here’s my room, its contents and the lovely view. I’ve discovered that facing north is the best: what you see is what the sun lights, without blinding you in the process. And yes, hanging from the doorknob of the Dr. Cicero bookcase, largely occupied by my books, many of them from my beloved publisher, Dr. Cicero: yes, that is my Dad, in accessory-from-the-Dr.Dolittle-movie doll-shape, peeping from a carrier bag.