Its positivly balmy today, warm enough even to snow. Friday I took three out of four of the kidz (Jonah's theraputic nursery school did not have a half-day) out to "our Island". Mackworth Island really isn't "ours" (Richmond Island off the coast of Cape Elizabth really is), it is the home of the Maine School for the Deaf, and for a while, early in Sam's diagnostic trajectory, he was "deaf". That provided us with an opportunity to work out where we were on implants-and-hearing vs deff-and-signing. It also has a path around that runs along the shore, a small beach, just right for a dad, a dog, and four splisher-spasher pebble-tossers. The car managed to float across the causeway from the mainland to the island just if there was a road there.
One more "there" there in that there last sentance and we'd be there in Oakland.
The sea was beginning to ice. Grace and I discussed which animals could walk across the ice to our island. Chipmunk, rabbit, skunk, fox ... even Aziz, the trickster, ole Rory Racoon, but not the deer people, especially Moz, who prefers to swim anyway. We agreed that Duck was safest on the ice, though she rarely knows where she is going for more than a few minutes at a time.
Raising the Greenland coast is the best part of flying from Europe to North America. You see what the Icelander's saw, the impossible mountains of the Eastern Settlements, a landfall impossible to miss, the white wall. Ice. The Great White Bear in archaic Abenaki.
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