This’ll be on the brief side, because I’m a bit bleary this morning after a WONDERFUL visit to Bates. The Mount David Summit was interesting and inspiring, the day was beautiful, and dinner afterwards was the best … food, conversation, you name it. Driving home we sang along to songs from the ’60’s and ’70’s … and forced Jill (the GPS) into several bouts of “Recalculating.” (We’re new enough to the GPS world that it’s still entertaining … mostly.) It felt bittersweet, too, driving down the dark ribbon of the Maine Turnpike … knowing that the trek to and from Bates won’t be happening that many more times. Congrats, again, rpe … great job!
It’s looking like a beauty of a Saturday … and I suspect that the bugs are feeling much the same. Thursday night I had a mosquito land on my arm as I sat outside. Can the black flies be far behind?
I continue to successfully fend off all impulsive urges to purchase an iPad. (Will keep you posted.)
Michigan State, Butler, Duke and West Virginia fans and players are waking up this morning and, I’m guessing, kinda feeling like it’s Christmas Eve (Easter Eve just doesn’t have the same feel to it … unless you’re really, really religious, I guess). Anyhow … a few folks in our bracket match have teams left. Good luck to ya! (I’ve been out of it and feeling quite relaxed for weeks now.) Meanwhile Beeg flies off to the Women’s Final Four this morning … in fact I am taking her to Concord for the Boston bus momentarily.
I can see that this post is utterly aimless and if I don’t stop now I may just circle back and start writing more about that mosquito … fatigue propelling me toward self-absorption (if sleep isn’t an option). Maybe I’ll work on the food shopping list … hmmm.
Sorry ’bout this, folks!