Katja and I had afternoon hot chocolate today. we talked about her work at school. She is learning about typography and letter height. Worm line, grass line, airplane line and cloud line. I showed her some of my work and some of the font things I’ve done and the font book we have here in the house.
We made it to the mountains shortly after my 40th birthday. Glacier national park. One of my favorite places in the world.
fougasse d’aigues mortes
We went to the southern French coast and they said that we should try the fougasse d’aigues mortes. We did. It was like an angel food cake with a sugar glaze. Much like a pineapple-upsidedown-cake, but made with orange blossoms.
While many in the world feel the pandemic is a disaster or a disruption, we have weathered the storm and found great things in this time. Hugh V was born just days before France shut down. Through that experience we met a mid-wife who blessed us beyond belief. Then I helped her move. At that event I then met her sister who invited us to stay with her and her husband in Nîmes. So during a school break we took a train with two kids and a stroller to a city we’d never been to before.
During our stay I got sick but thankfully it wasn’t COVID. We still trudged through mostly empty streets looking at restored architectural wonders, leaning about the linguistic and cultural diversity of the area, and visiting museums.
These experiences would not have been possible without the generosity of our French friends or the logistic persistence of my wife.
One of the fantastically fun things I started on this trip was sketching with my daughter.
Being a solo parent is hard. Sometimes it can mean taking your kids with you to do the thing you do.
I Swim in the mornings to keep my sanity. But this means figuring out what my little girl can do without me while I swim. One particular cold morning I helped her with her bag of things to do including drawing and music and my warm sleeping bag.