#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Wave out the door for school on time and gone for the weekend now. I walk to Kingsbury for my swim. Yes, it is freezing. But the brook is running fast and overflowing. So, I have to go through the street and not the woods. I walked so much today! The wind was icy. I didn’t care. But after my swim, on the walk home, I walked into a very hard wind. Oh, March, please. Warm up? But it was great to walk because I was driving to Connecticut to see my aunt, then driving into Cambridge from there for my friend Gale Batchelder’s poetry reading. So all the exercise was to counteract the sitting in the car. Visiting my aunt was lovely, as usual. We had a great talk, as always, and she looked pretty in her pink sweater. So sweet. Our conversations go deep into family history. Then the drive to Cambridge. I have been nearing the end of my long, long listen to The Custom of the Country (Wharton) and it has held my interest. I got lost in it for the whole ride. I tried a few minutes of news. Nah. I noticed my mood and the anxiety and anger growing in me and turned it off. Back to Wharton country. I will stay informed. But I will give myself pleasure too. How brilliantly structured The Custom of the Country is. I parked in Harvard Square so that I could walk to Porter Square, about 20 minutes, there and back. In the cold wind! But I needed to walk. Gale’s reading was lovely, really special. And it was in a crepe cafe, and I had a wonderful savory crepe, with tomato, mozzarella and pesto and saw lots of poet friends. A cold, quick, dark walk back to Harvard Square. Freezing! And home to my warm house and comfy bed. Nine good freezing miles of walking.