Great weekend. M came to me, smiling, with a geometry question that she quickly figured out. She brought me a coding question that she solved while explaining to me. She worked on some Lucretius, her uncle’s favorite puzzle. We sorted some of her art, she read a book, she swam and laughed with geriatrics at the pool while listening to big bands. We watched two episodes of Merlin. And before she fell asleep she wrote in her journal — half under the blankets with a light clip and pen — habits gleaned from her mom. I’m thankful for the wide company of teachers that animate her interests. The wind is howling outside on the ridge.