Letters from Grenada

This photo very succinctly tells the story of my morning. Today’s a gorgeous day. Fall has always been my favorite.

I realized today that the sunlight in New England is turning to winter. (That sentence makes better sense if you consciously think of “winter” as an adjective.) This is the kind of thing that I understood intellectually before I lived in Grenada but couldn’t really *see*. But this year, which is the first time since 2004 that I’ve been in the U.S. when autumn starts to turn to winter, it’s so glaringly obvious to my senses. It’s DARK. So it dawned on me that I’m no longer going to be to get away with wearing my prescription sunglasses pretty much all the time. Boo. Hiss Grr.

I really like my new job but I also really miss having plenty of time to do the household chores I enjoy most, cooking and laundry. I love doing laundry. I find folding clean clothes very satisfying. In a parallel universe I am probably a very content employee at the Gap.

There are some of you – meaning you who I’ve never met in person – some you know more about what’s actually up with me right now than anyone else, period.

I hate Word so much I use TextEdit.

Joaquin the illustrious Bean is talking like a big man these days. This morning he tells me, I get angry when time is going. Just wait, kid. Just wait.