Cross Words

The last several weeks we have had loads of adventures which I have been wanting to share with you as well as the backlog of stories from our summer trip such as:

  1. Deer in the neighborhood spotted during our lunchtime walks
  2. My escape from our backyard the very night our grandparents from NM showed up at our house for a visit
  3. Our walks in October Farm Riverfront trails in Concord, the Greenough Land, Davis Corridor, and Eliot Concord River Preserve (all within Car-lie-lee) with our parents and grandparents
  4. The continuation of our summer travel saga – including our extended freelance jaunt around the mountainside in NM
  5. Etc, etc.

But getting The Scribes attention has been not happening given his preoccupation with:

  1. Collecting and breaking down pallets
  2. Making Adirondack chairs out of the resulting wood
  3. Watching sports on TV
  4. Baking bread (which I fully support when he shares with Zoe and I)
  5. Fighting weeds in the lawn
  6. Doing the NY Times crossword puzzle on his iPad everyday

In regards to the NYT Xword, this past Saturday morning was no exception as he took up his spot on the couch shortly after awaking and opened up his iPad and commenced trying to solve the puzzle (with the Autocheck turned on given these are the toughest ones of the week and we’d get mad at him if he spent the whole day on his iPad). After some time – around his average time for these puzzles – which seemed like forever to me but it was before our lunch time so maybe it wasn’t all that long, he set down his device with a sigh and went out to gather the mail.

In the mailbox he found the latest addition of the Carlisle newspaper: The Mosquito. Glancing through it he noticed a story about a young man who lives just down the road from us… and who we remember coming by our candy table dressed as what Zoe said was a barrel in the snow storm which was last Halloween. And in that story (in pic shown below) Dad discovered he was the author of the puzzle he had just spent working on – although he didn’t catch all the artful complexities described in the NYT story below the picture!

So apparently the cross words (which I won’t share as they were pretty “colorful”) I’ve been directing The Scribes way over the past several weeks finally made an impact!

More soon. Really.

The Tempest