Friday, December 18, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
December 17, Ft Myers.
The estate is full of trees and plants from around the world, impeccably tendered.
There was a fig tree, from India, all lighted up like a star.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
December 16, Ft Myers, Florida (not counting the miles anymore.)
More than a week in Florida, back into the summer we never had, Fridman took off the day after we arrived to go finish a job at Kelly Miller, my mother is here again, they crossed paths at the airport, the boys are high intensity, and the house is starting to slowly feel like a home, the woman at the laundromat greets me like a regular, you look nice today with the makeup, she did too, she'd let her hair down, it has taken the feel of home, we went to visit the arts elementary school a few blocks away, the Spanish teacher is from Peru, it may be home one day, faster than I know.