Sometimes remote walking on the Cape you just run into weird shit like this in the middle of nowhere

Loving making original theatre in Burlington, VT. Shout out to Off Center for the Dramatic Arts, a volunteer-run black box space operating for 20 years or so on basically nothing but love.

a really great gift for me is:

My wonderful baby Ruby is happy as a clam as I enter week 2 of being sick in bed with the yuckiest cold ever.

Before the Devil Knows You're Dead is modern Greek tragedy.

Worrying late at night but remembering a beautiful day

Fox of the day

What we call "party Friday": we play cards and backgammon and drink wine and listen to a few albums. This week: the entirety of Roxy Music's Re-Make/Re-Model Live from the Royal College. Excellent. If you like your partner, empty nesting can be really fun.

House where I spent my formative years in Winooski, VT. Literally across the tracks. Next to a power station and around the corner from "Trackside Tavern". Thus my street cred.

Night tennis woods

My babies are affronted at my disturbing their adorableness.

Magical view at the Mass Moca concert last night where I swung to the oldies with all the other grey hairs.

In recently flooded Montpelier, VT over the weekend, I checked on the Alpha/Omega sculpture my sculptor aunt Kate Pond made to commemorate my grandfather Addison Pond, in the garden of the Episcopalian church. It came out okay: