Goldberg contraption with funnels and balls, and a kind of piano they
bang on to make noise.
The pets had asked for toys that do not make noise, so are sulking in
the other room.
The pets had asked for toys that do not make noise, so are sulking in
the other room.
That evening we went into the village, and warmed ourselves by the
fire. The girls sat on their first chairlift ... albeit an antique
now turned into a swing by the icerink.
My computer has been at the shop -- one reason why there are less posts -- but here's a picture of the girls new outfits from uncle Andy.
They are getting excited to see everyone at thanksgiving.
It's been a warm October out here -- we have not even turned off the A/C yet -- and some of the fall rituals we used to do in Vermont are no longer necessary here.
I guess that's progress.
The picture with the girls should come with sound, so you'll just have
to imagine the monkey shrieking that accompanied it. They have
healthy lungs indeed. Tonight they had their first vegetables --
roasted pureed butternut squash. They liked it, especially the change
in color from their usual goop.
The paella was from the same recipe that has been in J's family since
the Nixon era. I cheated and took a few short cuts, but it was still
quite good, and J's parents enjoyed it. It's also a good excuse to
pull out the ridiculously large pan we make it in, as well as the
pricey saffron spice jar. And the last bottle of a favorite Rioja.