is raining and cool, good for a long walk under the drooping cedars. Bindi -- Brian and Buni's round terrier -- walked with us but did not want to stay on one side of the road or the other, and we did not know her particular words for making her stay on one side or the other -- which gave us the pleasure of meeting Barney and Joyce, who live down the hill on the little isthmus out to Broken Point. Until we turned off the road to come home, Barney and Joyce drove their old pickup behind Bindi at Bindi's pace, which is also a good pace for a little conversation with people walking alongside. Barney had said, with a cheering smile, "I do not think it's a good idea to start the New Year by running over a dog."
The air is moist and full of cedar and pine smells, and we have progressed from not knowing what time of day it is to not knowing what day of the week it is. Brian has made bread and pizza (for last night's warm conversation and celebration at Gwen and Eric's glowing house right on the sound, with the red ravens), Dennis is now stuffing a chicken, I made a huge pot of soup from the Christmas turkey, and we have all been reading. And napping.
How good it is to be far away, on this island.
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It sounds like you're having a great time time.
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