The Christmas season is always a busy one yet some how our routine is always similar so it becomes easier I guess; this year was the exception…
Our season began with a few special visits in Halifax, a magazine (Vanity Fair) and recommendation to read an article and a gift bag of the most beautiful apples would prove very special gifts! In the wee hours we left friends and family and began our journey north it was a beautiful sun rise we had breakfast at a road side dinner they are to me my favorite eateries…

Christmas is family and Sue is the OLDER OLDER did I say older sister we always wanted and Luke a younger brother
Brian, Ryan and I spend our last quite moment as the rush begins… he has inspired us and tonight he once again was our muse… to create and grow by…

It was over 5 years since we spent time with Kodi and our greatest gift this year was a surprise visit …he will always be prince charming and we will make it to Dubai soon to spend time with our friend who will always hold a place in our hearts…
a couple of brief Santa visits in Truro, Nova Scotia and the snow began fast and furious by the time we left town power outages were beginning … for the next 1000 kms of travel we found no power a ragging blizzard and no food… in Port Hawkesbury N.S. a gas station with a generator would allow us to fill our tank … and off again the road and the sea were at times indistinguishable the radio reporting power outages at our destination …. The first mass in Marion bridge was at 6PM and the weather wasn’t cooperating … we made it Reverend Nancy and family were preparing for mass as we hastily wrapped a few special gifts for our new found friends and family of choice in cape Breton and off to mass by now the sky cleared and it was a beautiful midnight blue sky… a special Christmas mass included the baptism of Jude MacPherson and a solo by Bethany Reid that was beautiful and inspiring … a moment with the congregations a second to look at the space our sculpture will soon occupy and off to Gabarous and the new Wesley Zion Church for its first mass this Christmas Eve. After rising from the ashes the church was packed with all the generations of the community a new beginning stronger in faith and community they even they realize. We were asked why we would bother to come this stormy night…we had no choice we were drawn here to sculpt and that commitment is to the whole community so for special milestones we will travel the weather and distance the community that welcomed our art and we are now a part of the journey of this wonderful community…. A moment with friends old and new a picture to remember the night and again we had only a moment and we were back on the road headed to the airport just over 4 hours away.. .


Mass on Christmas eve in Gabarous, Cape Breton Ann Macleod our friend and church organist, Nancy Whitney the Minister and her family Keith, Angela our cape Breton family; Our Little Christmas angel Bethany Reid and our new friend Alfie MacLeod Nova Scotia’s speaker of the house
black ice… no power hence no gas and no food…. Reverend Nancy packed us sweets and our apples from Linda and family offered our sustenance… we’d eat at the airport! (Which again had no open food places)

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The plane a gift to use from a friend … a palace in the sky and all we could do was sleep…I put on a 3D version of Polar Express and fell asleep with the glasses on … next thing I knew we were driving down Wisconsin avenue on our way to church mass had begun so we quietly sneaked to our seats …

Bishop Chane at the National cathedral ; Bill tryong to find a gift for a friend at Union Station
I spent time after mass and before the receptions painting and writing… I now have a new snowflake book set in the white house for next Christmas…barney and miss Beazley and India made it easy to write….

no matter how many times I still pinch myself….what a wonderful world!
By the time we settled in at Mount Vernon VA. the Potomac was still; a gentle wind rustled the trees and we were home for Christmas….the ghosts of George and Martha tucked us in. Around 4AM I awoke with divine inspiration a song for the symphony by young Eliza waiting for the general on Christmas Eve….the voice from the north eastern tip of the continent echoed I could hear Bethany sing and the words flowed…it is Christmas at Mount Vernon and once again I am inspired….

Three very tired traveler… now at 27 hours non stop ; and preparing fr christmas dinner…a very special moment in the Cupula of Mt Vernon (normally off limits) and preparing to lay the wreath at the Presidents Tomb on behalf of the Nation an Honor that always leaves me in awe…
The 26th known in the empire as Boxing Day was one of travel and work a brief stop in Philadelphia for a visit with friends and a few meetings then home to New York… Dyane had a dinner cooking (who knew she could cook!!!!) we tasted slowly it was great, we survived… I checked the pantry and spare room and no sign of Rocco Despeitus? She made it her self!

Shopping in NYC after Hours and a moment with santa….
A few calls, Then of to the theater, first Hunter is magnificent I am so Proud of him … then Liza at the Palace … what can I say once again a fine champagne even after the cork has popped and you think its done it only gets better….Liza may you are the greatest!!! We had a long night parting with friends Derrick and his crew Jason and his chita et all it was fun ….A late night to bed

if you ever have a chance LIZA is a must do at least once in your life the show is a heart stopping experiance never to be forgotten….
Saturday pay our respects to a friend who changes our world…the Russian tea room for lunch with Mike, sign 2 contacts a busy summer is coming up and back to the air and Nova Scotia…
So many friends in such a short time … we wish we could post all the pictures and memories but space won’t allow so you just get the highlights…
Thousands of messages and letters we will respond but please give me time…
Harold Pinter passed away it has been awhile since we last saw him a genius who I wish I knew better but after watching him work and spending time with him I must say could anyone know him better than in his words….or Sondheim’s about him…
And here’s to the girls who play smart–
Aren’t they a gas?
Rushing to their classes
In optical art,
Wishing it would pass.
Another long exhausting day,
Another thousand dollars,
A matinee, a Pinter play,
Perhaps a piece of Mahler’s.
I’ll drink to that.
And one for Mahler!
dose life get any sweeter… god bless you Hal …now you can rewrite his top 10 list…