Yesterday Sioux and Aidan kidnapped me. We went to a kid’s play at the Weston Playhouse with Jerry and Roger, then back to their cabin to spend the night.
Their cabin is mere feet from the Utley Brook. Roger built a screened-in porch, and there’s a futon couch on it. Guess who went to sleep last night, under at least five blankets, to the sound of the stream?
This is not something I got to do in my childhood. It’s part of the childhood I wish I’d had.
And I finally got to see about a quarter of Roger’s 365 portraits. Yum.