This afternoon my nephew visited us. He looked a foot taller. He's been through a lot of change lately. He has a new house, new yard, new room. He's survived his first move, poor kid. So my sister got him a Play-Doh Barbeque play set to help him through the afternoon. The way our house is built you can hear everything, EVERYTHING in the house from Jane's room. Or anywhere upstairs really. It's a pain. Especially for an almost-five year old. He's really an exceptionally well-behaved kid, but he's also a healthy active kid, and naptimes at Aunt Ellen's house are a trial for him, I think. Today he couldn't wait for Jane to go down so he could play with his new toy. Sometime between the moment I gave up "putting" her down and the time she decided to jump up and down in her crib, he and I had a nice fifteen minutes together, each of us steadily working, with joy.
The doll pictured is going to be something a little different. More of a sprite. As you can see by the wig cap I am crocheting for her (him?) at the moment.
The weather this afternoon was fine, for once, and Matt joined us in the yard. There was lots of running and playing with Jane's big blue marbled ball. "Kickit!" as she would say. Then she'd stop, her cousin wheeling around her like the house sparrows turning aerials in our yard, point both fingers to the sky and throw her head back. "Shkkkky!" Like a rockstar. It was so much fun to be in the yard with Jane, and with our nephew. I never had that--a cousin, or a sibling close by, to grow up with. Someone who's family. I hope Jane has that always. Which reminds me, two women I know are having their first contractions right now. They are both such strong, loving, prepared women. I'm proud of them, and praying for them. May your labor be short! My your child's head be healthy and narrow! Until then, may your sleep be peaceful and your days be restful.
We're heading to Port Townsend for a long weekend and a wedding tomorrow. Port Townsend is the reason we're here. Rather, on the way back from our honeymoon, we took the ferry that way, then down 101 through Olympia to Portland. We had a moment there. A landscape moment. You know--when a place overtakes you and...resonates. All the way to your core. You know what I mean. It's not an ecstatic moment. It's a grounding moment. I felt it once in England, on the sea. Ancestral voices. Blood ties to the earth. That sort of thing. I think without that Matt would have been less interested in moving west. And so would I, for that matter. So we're excited to go back. And it is a very special wedding. The only other wedding of a childhood friend I've been to was exciting. But I was also eight months pregnant and doing the flowers. I'm excited tonight in a different way. My friend and I have been out of touch, but she is almost unspeakably dear to me. And she seems so happy. I haven't seen her in eight years or something, and have never met the groom. It will be wonderful, I think.
And all the world says so, tonight.
We had a delicious dinner. Thrown together, but just the ticket.
Now it's time to pack our bags, and settle down with yesterday's rhubarb and apple crisp (OH! so amazing, from Veg. Cooking for Everyone, best crisp I ever had) and Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown. I might also get a start on Jane's sweater so I can knit in the car. Who cares if I get car sick! Let the glorious weekend begin.....NOW!