Update

Two weeks 'til the Solstice. Has life ever seemed this real?
We camp at Courtnay. Hillbillies everywhere, the
friendliest people you ever did meet.
Our neighbour brings us newspaper and kindling.
"I like cooking our food on the fire," she says.
"It tastes better."

The boys turn over rocks,
watch crabs scuttle and hide.
"They pinched me," Rio reports,
"and it doesn't even hurt."

Last night the tide came in,
nearly trapped them on the
last bit of sand.
They love that game.

Then back to the fire.
Sit by the water.

"Have you ever had
to sit at your desk?"
I ask Rio. That's what
Mrs. Birch has them do
when they're out of line.

I've seen a lot of them at their desks.
Especially lately. They're almost
done Kindergarten. They're such
big kids now.

Only one boy has never had to
sit at his desk. Somebody else's
boy is better than ours?
I jest.

Molly escaped last night.
At Bates Beach Oceanfront Resort.
Out all night, despite Andy's pleas.
He said he was so cold his teeth chattered.
"Like mine do when we go down the big hill,"
says Silas.

I've learned a lot about Andy from Magic.
I'm getting married.

Stay tuned.