From
the left: Me, Tom, Bill, David. Bill is the oldest, then Tom,
David, and me, the baby. (Have I mentioned that I’m my mother’s final
failed attempt at having a daughter?) Bill and Tom dropped down from the
Pacific Northwest, David from Half Moon Bay an hour north, and me from Texas by
way of Colorado.
If
I fudge my age up to the end of the year, we’re all in our eighties now.
We chat online about what we’re each doing and thinking, but we’re spread out
across the western states and in-person visits aren’t all that common, and
never just the four of at once like this.
Bill
putting the kitchen to the test.
Our
dining area.
We’re
eating very well. Chicken, veggies, and potatoes tonight.
A
walk in the woods with an ocean view.
