I took the dogs out for a walk this afternoon.  I needed to get out of the house. Maria’s studio is now all done, and she is working like mad on her potholders and streaming pieces. I’m not quite done with my workspace.

The electricians are putting outlets in and I’m trying to edit amidst a roar of drills, hammers, shouts and thumping. I’ve written like this for years. People who do not write do not really think of writing as work, and so there is much banging on doors, many jokes and stories of electrical exploits. Still, I got through three chapters, I think now I could write in the middle of Grand Central Station it is a gift of the farm.

When the electricians are gone – all they have to do is put another outlet and a phone jack in my office, we will be done. Ben is returning next week to spread some gravel under the hay feeder and in the Pole Barn and at the foot of the driveway. Our move will have been complete. I have been wanting to write more about this change all day but the power is about to be turned off again. More later.