We are winding down on our time with Philip and Camille. They leave Tuesday evening for Paris—one night there and then off to Djibouti. I have loved having Jonathan and Andrew near and we have them to dinner frequently. They are moving to our house today and we will have them tonight and then off they go. I have had toys in the family room all summer and I will have to put them away for the season and that seems so sad. Jonathan is three which is just my favorite age. He talks with us and is so imaginative and entertaining—he and Paul have done some special things together and they have a wonderful relationship. They have been coming to our ward all summer and it has been so fun to have a big row of family again. K.C. has returned from his Far East Trip. He was in China, North Korea, South Korea, and Japan. He had a great time. He’s back into the swing of things in Cambridge starting classes again. He enjoyed his experience with Friendemic—his internship this summer, but I think he is glad to be back in Boston, too. I am now working at the new Corner Canyon High School. Sometimes it feels a little like a dream to be here. I was at Brighton for a long, long time and I look around and wonder what happened to me. There have been good and bad things about this move, but I feel good about it and the positives out weight the negatives. I now have a 25 minute commute and I have been tackling some long books on CD that seemed too daunting before. I am listening currently to Ayn Rand’s The Fountainhead , which is on every list, but which I had never read. It was pretty shocking in the 50’s, but it is quite interesting to me. It is 27 CD’s and runs for about 35 hours. But I will finish it in a month just by having it in the car. While her introduction states that it was all fiction—reviewers and critics and even the jacket of the CD’s claim it as a thinly veiled biography of Frank Lloyd Wright and his rise to prominence. I’m finding all the discussion of architecture engaging. I just finished a Kate Morton book—The Forgotten Garden—it was a book club book, and Janssen just reviewed it on her blog—not too heavy but leant itself to an involved discussion. We had a dinner at Grannie and Granddad’s last night. It was very nice. The family contingent here is decreasing. We has a good crowd with Philip and Camille and their two, Peter and Kortney and Eleanor, Erika and Jono, Paul and I –a big Kern group—and Stephen and Steve with Grannie and Granddad. Robin and Jeff gone, Merrick and Philip gone, Emily and Otto gone. The composition has changed over time.