Sitting in the living room among the Wright-designed tables and chairs (I wasn't sitting in one though), I watched the sun go down and the room change its aspect. It seemed more intimate lit by the wall sconces and art-glass lamps. I could almost imagine living here or coming as a guest to one of Mrs. Dana's parties.
I had time to think about the play at the house based on my novel Water and Fire, and I talked to the volunteer coordinator about how it might be staged. I'm getting very excited about the whole production and I think she shares this feeling. It will be fun to write!
On Sunday, my book group met to discuss Anna Karenina. The woman who hosted has a pool and she invited those of us who wanted to swim to come early. Even though I can't swim anymore, I came early with a couple of friends and thanks to their help, I was able to get into

The discussion, led by a new member of the group, was excellent. Some of us thought Anna was foolish; others that she was a victim of society. A wonderful evening!
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