We had the sweetest day today. Got up and rode our  new bikes (Maria’s is not new) to Gardenworks, bought beets, cheese, bread, fresh Spinach.
  It was several mile ride, with some hills, on a beautiful day, my first ride in some years, and I am sore. I liked it. I just have to be  careful to build up to it slowly. I used to bike like a fiend, and was always overdoing it.
 Then came home, and walked the dogs. Then we drove to Arlington, Vt. to see one of the houses Norman Rockwell lived and painted in, and then to see an art show by Virginia and Annie McNiece, two wonderful artists from Cambridge, N.Y. I have two of their paintings, wanted to buy more, but restrained myself.
  Then drove to the Southern Vermont Arts Center in Manchester, Vt. to see their national annual art show.
  Neat paintings and photography, thought the place felt a bit snooty. Lots of people with British accents walking around with their noses up in the air. Lots of high-priced art.
  Then dinner at the Panda Garden in Manchester. And home, reading in front of the wood stove. I have a glass of red wine every night. I am liking it.
  I am sleeping better. Good days and bad, but better. Maria says yoga teaches that we all have a peaceful place in us, created before life caused any injury, and the challenge is to find that place amidst the chaos and uncertainty of life. I know a lot of people who love yoga. Not, I think, for me.
  I am not sure I have ever found my peaceful place. I’d like to. I will look more deeply.
  Tomorrow, Maria works and I will bear down all day on the last edit of my novel, “Rose In A Storm,” going into its second year of work. I hope to send it off next week. I will take a short bike ride tomorrow, and perhaps watch some of the Yankee playoff game. Otherwise, edit, edit, edit.
  I might foray out with my long lens to catch a bit of foliage, now at full peak.