This morning across our road while I picked up the morning paper.

At least a good part of morning thanks I feel is the daily opportunity to step out the door into Nature's realm. I didn't know how very much I love doing this until it was back in my life. And, how I love the light that comes into the house! Yes, it is John and Wendy's home, but ownership no longer beckons to me. I don't rule it out, but now it means something different than it once did. It is a curious feeling that began a long time ago. That is another story. Today, I am happy for them making this into a home and thankful that I can contribute a bit toward that. All praises that my knees were fixed.

Keoni was up past midnight finalizing his NYO audition pieces; working madly, even heroically to mold them into electronic submission formats along with his parents' help into the wee hours. Sometime, in the night I was vaguely aware of activity in the next room. I think that today we can disassemble the studio in the main bathroom.

Pretty soon the boys and I will experience weather change of scale going back to the Southwest to spend Thanksgiving among those we know and love in our old hometown. We can give thanks for those people and enjoy the warmth of that--and warmer temps. (We suppose the warmer temps…natural forces may be at work to surprise us all.)

I am referring to "boys" in a context that they are swiftly outgrowing. We have gotten used to Keoni developing his own life and circles of friends. That will take off big time when he gets his driver's license. The move postponed the acquisition. I shudder sometimes thinking of learning to drive on the local roads. Others do it is encouraging as is the decision that he go to driver training sometime soon. I don't think he dwells on it being so wrapped up in music. Aidan looks less and less the boy he was a few months ago. This morning he was looking at his own ID pictures he saved from AZ for several years and even he is surprised.

I feel I am visiting those of you who are following the blog and I want you to know you are appreciated; I enjoy thinking of you while I write. You are an important part of a composite in my mind's eye that gives me pleasure.