I finally figured out why February went by so fast. It's the shortest month. (Hand to forehead and Homer Simpson "duh!") Especially welcome when the pension shows up on the first of every month.
But, despite its shortness, there's a lot of Dickson news.
Birthdays are always a good place to start. Luisa turned one year old, yesterday. We had a celebratory call, and she hammed it up, applauding for herself and doing her best Queen Elizabeth wave, and showing us how she stands and crawls and withstands two older brothers running around her and squirting her with water guns. Must have been where my sister Ann got her resilience, from two older brothers.
And later this week, Kiernan will turn one. Growing up fast.
Back down in Brazil, we had the first family member, and maybe the last, to report from Rio de Janeiro during Carnevale week. I can't do justice to Joe's first hand description, but he and Leonor braved the crowds, the all-night reverie, the noise, and bacchanalia (sp?) and, go figure, really enjoyed themselves. Leonor's mother was back in Brasilia with the children and a schedule of round-the-clock nannies and helpers. Their return flight was cancelled, and they had to struggle to get a new reservation, but they made it back the next morning. Nice to live vicariously, as I'm fairly confident that this is not in our cards, not this lifetime. We have not heard of Sankhar's experience, up the coast near Recife.
Wanna hear about our Mardi Gras blowout? In bed by 8:30, succumbed to a cold and hoping Mary doesn't get it.
Annie packed for a different climate for her weekend and headed out to Tahoe for a weekend of skiing. Another on my ain't gonna happen list but love to live vicariously list. She, by the way, is nursing a cat right now, who had gotten hit by a car and required surgery. Sounds like it will pull through, but with the loss of an eye. Poor kitty.
Out in Illinois, baby Theo is home, and it looks like Jen's photographer Mom had a chance to get some great "studio" shots. Also, Andrew continued his concert tours, this time taking in a blues guitarist recommended by Daniel – Eric Gales. And Daniel went with him to the concert. A must see is the review from the two Dicksons.
In Rochester, Paula has been struggling with a lingering cough, and David is contemplating jumping back into a couple of projects on insurance and housing for seniors.
Mardi Gras wasn't the only holiday, but also there was President's Day. We enjoyed the holiday in the President's home town, and to visit Margaret, Andrew, and Simon. Margaret was still struggling with shingles, Andrew had a bad cold when we got there (recovered quickly), and Simon was his usual last-man-standing. A lot of fun. Walks and playgrounds and smoothies and "muffin-mans" and races, but no naps. Not for Simon anyway. He's been adjusting (or not) to new sleep routines, and now that he's no longer in a crib, so his escapes occur at all times of the day and night.
We left scarily early spring weather in DC, with daffodils, crocuses and tree buds out, to come back here to seasonal cold and snow. Just in time for our trip this week, to points west, and then even farther west.
And, so our next weekly letter will have a different dateline. Love from snowy New England
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