
Jake, Natasha, Asa enjoying a Nilla wafer break.

Returning from another visit to the Lodge.

Toes in the bay; waiting to go fishing.

A friendly game of Life.
We don't always get to keep in touch with the folks that we love as we'd like to. Here's the latest with what is happening in the lives of John, Jeanne, Jake and Asa.
In the subway.
On the Staten Island Ferry. Jake is smiling for the camera, but in between each picture, his facial expression changes dramatically. 
Lunch in Soho after bumping into the Blums at Pearl River.
Despite the deep snow, I am able to get a fire started in the pasture. I only burned a small part of this pile. The rest we are going to burn all at once instead of a bit at a time. The neighbors swear this will be okay...

All that snow didn't stop us, we went back out and dug out a fire pit in the snow, and began pulling the wood from under the deep snow and set it on fire! It burned, no problem. It's exhausting work - which surprised us; we were achy and totally spent at the end of each day's work. The boys had lots of fun too. Now we have one monstrous pile left in the pasture. On a windless day some weekend, that pile is going to go up in one glowing apocalyptic mushroom cloud. Our neighbors swear that it'll burn crazy-huge for about 15 minutes or so then will ease up. Apparently this type of event is no big deal around here. It scares the crap out of John and I, yet some small dark place inside of us can't wait to see it all go up...

Josh and Lily Blum came for a visit with us a week or so ago. Josh came to help John renovate the attic and turn it into either a guest bedroom, or possibly, our bedroom. Josh and John moved some beams, created a beadboard ceiling, and framed in one end of the room. It was a lot of hard work that was pretty time consuming. John could never have done the work himself, and we are very grateful for Josh's help. 
Thanks to Sassa, John and I were able to go out on New Year's Eve. Sass hung out with Jake and Asa at G&Gs house in Columbia, and John and I went to the famous New Year's Eve party at the Randazzo's house. We got to see much of the old Tanglewood posse and catch up a bit. Some of us danced the night away to Paul's music mix, and some of us just took pictures of the people dancing! Lots of pictures. So many pictures. More than was needed. Pictures of things that you don't want to see. Lots of pictures of the Randazzo's ceiling. Lots of pictures of Glen Johnson's tongue. But still, it was great fun.