Connected

I had to steal this picture from Tracey's blog, since I forgot my camera... Here's my sister Joanne and her husband Ira, and my little nephew Noah.

It was an inspired gathering of separated souls, whose lives had repeatedly crossed over the decades, just out of reach, until they eventually recognized each other. It was inevitable that they would do so, as though the universe would not rest until they had.

Week at Camp Nonni-Nonno

Here's what we did last week. We beached, we pooled, we rollercoastered.... and Dave and I saw the Red Sox beat the Rangers 19-17 in a 4-hour game (that's a run scored every 6.7 minutes!).