It’s 8:30 and I just finished packing up all those Lulu and Fanny magnets along with a few potholders and Heron posters. They’ll all go in the mail tomorrow.
Our shearer and friend Ian came for dinner. I was so caught up in my shipping I forgot he was coming and so did Jon. But he and Jon ran out and got a pizza for dinner before Ian went to read some of his poetry at the Battenkill Books Poetry night. I was thinking of going too but wanted to get my shipping done.
It was a welcomed break for me when Ian showed up. Jon and I don’t have a lot of young people in our lives and well, Ian is a poet at heart. He sits easily at our dinner table. Ian continues to write his poetry and is reading it in public more and more. It’s a beautiful thing to witness.
Now I’m going to have a cup of tea and read.
it is a beautiful thing how you and Jon and Ian have become a family. there are different kinds. you are doing a good job unconditionally encouraging this boy. it is a rare experience.
🙂