An update from the cabin.

A few of you know my dad does a regular series of journal pieces about his time up at his summer cabin in Ontario. I think he should turn these into a book because they're peaceful and you can almost hear his soft, dry baritone mocking himself and taking an amused look at human foibles.

He doesn't think it'll sell and has a children's book instead. I think he's wrong, but eventually he'll listen to me, get a column in some vacationer's magazine, and find he makes a mint from stories that he thinks only amuse himself.

Here's the first of this year's journal entries:

( We’re late this year. By the time we’d arrived the loons had forgotten whose island this is and tried to run us off. )

As for home and school: At the moment this Sanskrit looks like Greek to me, but I think if I take it slow and repeat, repeat, repeat, it'll come together.

And speaking of which, a classmate of mine is taking Greek, Latin, and Sanskrit. All at the same time.

Color me impressed.