Yaddo

I arrived yesterday afternoon.
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The mansion is huge. Something like 55 rooms. I have a live-in studio on the third floor. High studio. I know I've complained about live-in studios before, but High studio is very large, and has dark wood floors, a fireplace, and walk-in closet. My desk is big. My bed is fantastic. The windows open out to the back terrace and the fountains. Gorgeous. And the mansion has so many little rooms that I can sneak into and write if I get tired of my live-in space.
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I'm sure you're dying to know whose here. But unless I interact with them, I won't reveal names.
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Did you know Yaddo has a pool? It does. Today is a rainy day, but I'm going to swim when the sun comes out again. Yes, you read that correctly. I'm going to show off my man boobs to the world. Though Yaddo has one strict rule about the pool: Never Swim Alone.

Last night, Anne Carson and I went bowling...Just kidding! She's not here.
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There's a pool and ping pong table at the pool house. I'm looking forward to playing ping pong again.
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There are six poets in residence right now. Including another contributor to The Wind Shifts anthology.
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Cathy Bowman gave me a tour of the Yaddo grounds yesterday. She knows her Yaddo history.
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The Yaddo grounds are beautiful. Flowerbeds, tree-lined paths, lakes, and, of course, the famous rose garden.