warm home

 Sunday, March 16 filled to the brim with pseudoephedrine and cough medicine, I went to An Opera Double Bill: Payne Hollow by Shawn Jaeger (which was....eh) and The Turn of the Screw by Benjamin Britten (which was disturbing, and I haven't read the story). Since I have turned in a paper and traveled back home. Massachusetts, Massachusetts, my sweet sweet love. 

But having drunk coffee with my grandmother who's visiting from Israel, giving Yosef the requested buzz cut, driven Shimon to his swim lesson, helped Papa fix up the basement after the electrical wiring got redone and helped Mama pick out a skirt, I am now at the end of the part of my spring break that is me being at home - and leaving tomorrow at 7am.

The lakes are still frozen but the geese are back.