Goodness gracious, it's been over a week since my last journal entry! I guess so many good things have been happening that I haven't found space to sit down and record them.  Perhaps that's the way journals often go -- a lot some days, less on other days, and sometimes nothing for many days.

Last Saturday, we had a terrific time in Boston with Aaron at the Boston Ballet. The performance this time was more sensational than ever, if that's possible. These dancers must be among the finest athletes in the world, with their spirited and elegant leaping and spinning and twirling and swirling. I have never enjoyed myself any better at a musical event. In fact, it occurred to me during the performance that ballet has to be one of the highest forms of art, combining music, dance, drama, and visual arts. There was a full orchestra, a full complement of outstanding dancers (who were also actors), plus sets that were unbelievably beautiful and dramatic. We all loved it, and were sort of in a state of happy shock at the end. (Of course, even better than the ballet was our time spent with Aaron, a good guy if there ever was one. We had our usual feast before the ballet at a wonderful but tiny Chinese cafe, all cuddled together with dozens of other lovers of Chinese cuisine, eating slowly and sharing our news and thoughts with each other.) 

Three happy ballet lovers in Boston

Last night, we met with our bi-weekly spiritual discussion group at the Quaker meeting house in Westerly, and it was a lively, intense, and  even emotional 90 minutes. The topic was "love", and there was much sincere and personal sharing back and forth. 

Today, Cia joined her good friend for a long hike in Massachusetts, which we will report on later,  while I happily stayed home and did about five hours of writing, working on two book-length manuscripts that I have high hopes for.

Cia's photos from the hike . . .

Evelyn

Jean and Diane