Life at № 42 by E.M. Coutinho
We had a surprise visit – which coincided with the heat wave. We thought the temperatures (we’re just two hours away from the record breaking 45.9º!!!) might ruin the experience, but we managed surprisingly well. This was our first encounter with our newest family member, Miro (from the Slavic meaning peace/world.)
I’m not sure why, but children and animals often single me out for attention. Miro was no exception. Mike got an inflatable pool, we ate too much almost every day, and having Sam, Yuliya, and their son around was a really wonderful experience. Miro has been our only child visitor. It’s funny how we just met him, but he’s immediately part of our world. As with a click of the fingers suddenly another human’s well-being becomes of interest. Fascinating. I hope, and so does Sam, that France becomes in Miro’s life what Spain was in his. The eccentric uncles in the big house and all that. Auntie (Uncle) Mame.