The Thrust

The Thrust

McGrath Pond

Roland and Esther are gone for the week. They generously offered their house to us. It is right on the water of McGrath/McGraw Pond. This morning, Margot and I went out to the dock. The water was still, and the fog blocked our view of the opposite shore. Some fishermen trawled past, and far off, someone was trying to water ski. Margot is learning about ripples and how they travel toward us. I tried to read some Eliot, but it didn't go very well, because Margot was busy making drinks out of pond water and pine needles.
Roland and Esther's place is only about 5 minutes from Joan's house where we've been staying. We arrived last night after a long day of burning all the whatnot from the trees Ty and I cut down last weekend. Cleveland came up from Boston to help us with all that, and we had a fine, hot, smoky time. He's just come up stairs to join Margot and me, and he has admitted that he's sore - poor city feller.
Anyway, it's good to be here, taking a week off from work at the house. Perhaps I'll have a bit more time to write about what's been going on. Perhaps not. There are so many books to read and poems to write, after all.
Tomorrow I have an interview at Trinity Catholic School for a position as their 6, 7, and 8 grade religion teacher. We'll see how that goes. I've no experience and no teaching certificate, but given the need for a renewal in Catholic education and a more robust catechesis, maybe I'll have a shot. I'll post updates on that as I have them.

New Photos from Maine

What follows is nothing less than an onslaught of cuteness. Margot gets short shrift - but just by a little. We're trying to take as many photos of Eloise as we can, not wanting to leave her in the dust just because she's so quiet, good-natured, and, well, not the first born. Eloise's photo count is painfully shy of the bjillions my mother took of Margot. But we're trying, for the record. And as you'll see below, I'm glad we did. With daughters like this, who needs anything else? Except baseball, maybe. And a little PBR.