DOUGHNUT
We went for a family visit to Paul's workshop, culminating in a visit to the local doughnut joint. Henry bellied right up to the bar. Peter and Hugh had worked up an appetite playing stickball in the corridor at the shop and need refueling.

BALL OF LIGHT
This a shot from about a year and a half ago. Henry momentarily entranced by an expanding sphere of some kind. I don't even know if it was me or Paul who took the shot, as we were sharing a camera at that time. Credit to Paul, I think. But he thinks I took it. Oh well, whatever.

CAT SCRATCH
"A little to the left, please."

JUST CALL ME MRS. LENAPE
Peter is doing a report on the Lenape, a native american tribe. He is really into it, going far beyond the assignment requirements. It really IS fascinating, and I couldn't keep from laughing as I read what Peter wrote about the "Roles of Men and Women". Like we are so different today! And what about this pre-buddhist "One with Everything" philosophy (see below)? The more things change, the more they remain the same, as someone very wise once said. Unfortunately, I am not wise enough to remember their name.

REVOLVE
Henry and Paul having a little morning whirl before the bus comes. Like most autistic children, Henry loves to spin and whirl. Something to do, again, with his differently wired sensory receptors. Puts me in mind of Whirling Dervishes, like the poet Rumi. Now if Henry would only pick himself up off the floor and start writing beautiful poetry! Perhaps he is thinking it.

THE CHAIR
"All this was long ago, when I was still babyish and sure that everything was alive, not only the river or the rain, but chairs, looking-glasses, cups, saucers, everything."
Jean Rhys, from Wide Sargasso Sea

MORE SLEDDING
This time in our own yard. Hugh and his friend Jule figured out they go further if they both run and jump on one together.

BREAKFAST
a deux. Daisy has joined Peter for the morning meal. Her manners are impeccable. You'll notice SHE doesn't read at the table!

SLEDDING
We still call it sledding, but there is not a metal runner in sight. Nowadays it is all big air-filled snow tubes. It's like sailing downhill on a cloud! Traditional hot cocoa break though: