Time schedules get a bit wonky when I have company (there's so much to talk about), and it doesn't help that the days are getting shorter. Almost dark when I was putting the girls to bed last night, Esther, last in line, got herself spooked and was on high alert. Peering through the dusk, I finally located the source of her panic. Frank was walking along the fence line. Snorting the danger signal, Esther wouldn't go in the barn until Frank got close enough for her to see he was the same old cat she saw every day. She gave one last snort of disgust and went to bed.
One entertainment I can offer here is wine tasting. We happened to hit the three wineries at a slow moment in their busy day yesterday and my great-niece and I were able to chat a bit with our hosts as we sipped. Fair Play promotes the local product as "Wines With Altitude," and one of the fringe benefits of each winery is a tremendous view.
To Kathy V.: there is cause for celebration in Times Square.
