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eve_primeWhen I think of how much effort it took my ancestors to get to Oregon - like Lydia Smith, born in England, who crossed the Atlantic with her mom and brother, then walked across the continent with her aunt - our household recreation for this evening strikes me as almost surreal. Here I was, chatting online with J. as he sat in a vacation house in North Carolina, while at the same time D. was playing a game with his friend, who's at a small private college in New Jersey. And the distance was immaterial.
Today was gloriously summery. Around 4:45 pm I took a break from work and went out front to read Hillerman's Talking God. My front yard was already shady, though I found an angle where I could get my feet into the sunshine. After four chapters, I went into J's back yard and read near the strawberry bed for two chapters, then I walked to the park and read the next two chapters while sitting on a hillside for the last bit of sun.
Today was gloriously summery. Around 4:45 pm I took a break from work and went out front to read Hillerman's Talking God. My front yard was already shady, though I found an angle where I could get my feet into the sunshine. After four chapters, I went into J's back yard and read near the strawberry bed for two chapters, then I walked to the park and read the next two chapters while sitting on a hillside for the last bit of sun.