Headed to Panamá to accompany my dad to a battery of tests because the doctors are recommending back surgery. The plan right now is to be in the city only through Tuesday evening. If I have to be there (and the timing couldn’t be worse. I am bone-tired), at least I wish I could be here:
where my dad and I sit and talk with a fire going and the cool, gentle rainforest mist keeps everything beyond that space just a little blurred and soft. Maybe there will be some time to read and write. I have missed that.


It’s interesting to see how you have emulated your mother’s living room, deliberately or not. In coloring, objects that hold personal sentiment and most obviously in arrangement. I would do the same, pretty room,personal yet welcoming to visitors. I particularly fancy the bust on the mantle, quite nice . Hope you can rest up, tend to your father and to yourself. Love to you, LG