Back to Winnipeg, CA

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I’m bound for Winnipeg, the fourth and maybe last time to support a long project I’ve been assigned. It’s a dirty and cold city full of elms, tall with up stretched arms and down turned finger (spooky looking at night).

These past months have past by very peacefully, and I haven’t had the strong urge to blog through it. Though I would like to save some memories before the end of the year.

I spent the morning with Adella. We laid on the futon in her room for a while, looking at the oak trees out the window, talking about the bells, laughing at Benji, wiping up drool. I’m sure there will be a time when such unabashed affection will only be a memory.

Susan let me alone with her the other night, and I handled all the night wakings. Certainly a tiring event, but also it feels good to be so needed by her.

Susan’s folks were visiting last week. It did feel good to have them, and I think it’s very good for Adella. We need to get back to Ohio. Maybe Cincinnati.

Yesterday, we visited the South Durham Farmers Market and I wrapped up my little girl in a heavy, black, military coat. We bought liver, carrots, beets (gold and purple), and hand pies.

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