I love short weeks, but this one is slipping away too quickly. Last night's frisbee game lasted until the point where a switch to a glow-in-the-dark disc was just a few points away. Work has been creeping ever later into the evening and ever earlier into the morning; that's elevity billion times truer for Jenelle who restarted with pupils on Tuesday. Much to my surprise, elation and relief her AP students dutifully handed in their summer projects on Day 1.
Finally, final thoughts about this weekend. While we enjoyed a great late meal on Sunday, Gram was missing the chance to drink adult beverages out of oversized vessels: dark & stormy from the Olin Stephens Cup. Though smaller than Lord Stanley and filled with a slightly less-universally recognized celebrante, any sailor or yachtsman would be equally honored. Also: nobody talked about work. I can't even remember the last time I was in a conversation with new acquaintances and the conversation didn't turn to professional background within four minutes. There was even a rule on Moderately Active Trek Goes Awry and the michigan trek that trekkers shouldn't discuss their careers... it was that prevalent. This weekend's crowd above all that? Understood that they are 'in finance'?
Wednesday, September 03, 2008