3 cheers for Birch Point

Gilly awoke to the sound of Buddy’s yelps, heralding the arrival of Noam back from his month at camp. Breakfast was a social experience, but as we have come to expect of late, Gilly’s appetite was seriously lacking.

Next on the agenda: Repairing the squeaky stair. I remember when Gilly started to take over my dad’s country house repairs; Gilly would work while my father peered over his shoulder with genuine interest in the task at hand, willing to lend his knowledge and support as needed. He truly admired Gilly’s handiwork and the speed with which he could solve household problems. Now the tables have turned; Gilly watches Evan in much the same way. When Evan bid us adieu around mid-day, Gilly outwardly expressed his disappointment. Later on I asked, “You really enjoy having Evan around, don’t you?” “Yes,” he admitted, “I wish we could have at least 2 other Evans.”

Gilly was extremely tired today and napped intermittently. I did manage to get him down the road for a walk, but I did not push further. He started sneezing this evening. I hope he can shake what seems to be a little cold brewing. I’ll be watching carefully for warning signs of anything more serious. So far, all is well.

One more day in the country, then we must return to reality for a few days. The balance of 4 days in the country to three days in town suits us just fine. Gilly says he likes both, but Liylah and I give 3 cheers for Birch Point.