The kids and I have developed a love for that word "ghastly" after the viewing of some old English television programs the other night. I haven't posted in the last week because nothing tremendously noteworthy has taken place. That is not to say that each day isn't crammed with activity of the most wonderful sort but when I try to sit and write or have time to write I feel I can hardly do so. The joy of activity here is that it is living life activity where I have become an integral part of this household these past weeks and of the life of this family. That is how I long for my life to be lived each day wherever I am. I regret not being able to write as I enjoy it so thoroughly but in the face of time with Nancy and the children here it will always come second.

If you take a gander at the "Month of Memories" and "Plenty more activities..." albums on Lovable Quirks you will see some of the things that have been going on. In that first album somewhere in the middle are pictures of Wiesieck's mother and brother whom we visited last week in the center of Gdansk. In the "Plenty..." album at the beginning are photos of a friend of the family and now my friend Anya and her children. She is a wonderful woman who's love for her children is so undisguised and her ability to chat about the things in this life that truly matter made all visits with her refreshing and marvelous. In the middle of that album you can see some from our ice skating experience. A second attempt for myself and thankfully an improved one. I still look a bit like a cripple as one leg pushed me round the rink while the other dragged in a distinctly dead looking fashion. I couldn't get the dragged leg to offer anything on the pushing angle no matter how I tried. No tush breaking falls to report from our sliding hour though so a success I'd say. You'll notice from the pictures in that album that the weather has taken a distinct turn. No more falling snow. Now we have sunny days and the beginnings of some spring growth. A fine chance before I go to spend more time outside.

A last mentionable was my exquisite success of today in making some splendiforous sourdough bread. One of my finest loafs I must say. The smell and taste of the final product reminded me of my first home in Ireland and the miraculous bread making hands of mother. I will try to write a little more before my departure back to Germany on Saturday. Each day brings me ever closer to my return to Phoenix, an incredible reality after almost a year without setting foot there.