Blast. The one time my team wins in the playoff OT they do it 108 seconds in and I miss it running downstairs for water. I needed water because it was hot in the loft from the third consecutive hot, sunny day here in the Valley. My day was off site at a training seminar for something that I already knew but didn't know how to teach; there's a subtlety there that's hard to describe. Rolling back to 1100 with the windows down and AC on (!!) it felt like sunny days in FLA when I hadn't a care in the world or any place to be, which was OK but now it is nice to have someplace to be. Jenelle had places to be, too, with social gatherings with colleagues and the ladies from the 'gang.
Travel tomorrow means that this is going to be an abbreviated weekend so we're trying to make the most of it: ceiling fan install, garden marking and digging and filling and starting, deck design, bamboo hunting, chicken grilling, and, with some luck, ice cream hill-climbing. (That only makes sense if you've been to Macungie and are aware that Countryside has opened for summer...otherwise it sounds like the gibberish you'd read on the Onion.)
Saturday, April 19, 2008