I do, I do. We emerge from our own hibernation caves and enjoy life. And, as usual we are packing 12 months into three.
Our dateline is Washington DC, where Mary and I headed yesterday in order to take in a Paul Simon concert with Margaret, Andrew, Joe and Leonor tomorrow night. Jeffrey and Melodie joined us for a barbecue dinner last night, and much rapid-fire conversation about Brexit, Game of Thrones, and Mr. Trumpet. Fun, and a preview of Mt. Springs.
We have stolen that name from Garrison Keillor who had a funny skit about someone blowing his own trumpet. Did I mention that Saturday night we saw him (GK, not DT) at one of his final performances. If not, then you saw it on Facebook, as he walked right by us. I hope he's stepping down like the Rolling Stones and Frank Sinatra did. With many more "final shows." (I also hope DT is stepping down, but not coming back.)
Enough politics. The news down here is wedding and houses and pets and preparing for the Poconos. Yeah. Just a couple of weeks away.
Speaking of houses, David and Paula are moving toward the purchase of a wonderful new house in the middle of the village at Fairport. I can almost hear someone saying "Fantastic." It's in walking distance of so much; it's beautifully painted yellow and white; it's flat with a sidewalk in front; and best of all, it has guest rooms! (Sorry David, couldn't resist - I'll change the beds!) That means lots of preparations for them over the next couple of months to put their house on the market and to pack and get ready.
David and Paula had come over to Pittsfield last weekend for David's 50th Darrow reunion, when they sprang the news and talked with real excitement about it. Matthew and Tina have been over to check it out, and given their thumbs up.
I joined David over at Darrow for lunch and a walk around the school and the Shaker buildings. We saw a few of his classmates - all very nice, and I got a sense of the Darrow family. We came home (for naps of course) and then David and Paula went back for dinner. We all learned then how we can't hear the doorbell from our living room with the television on, as they were locked out for more than a few minutes. I keep shaking my head. The photo below is in front of the infirmary room where David ended up after he broke his back sledding down a hill. He showed me the hill, but they have cut down the tree that jumped in his way. Ah youth.
Other news is that Lur was named volunteer of the year at the hospital where she helps out. That is a wonderful recognition of all that she does over there. They must be getting ready to head up to Green Lake for their annual pilgrimage north. And, Claire got home from Austria. That went fast, and I bet she has stories and chalked up a lot of music performing.
What else? Facebook updates include Annie at a bachelorette party and Janet doing audio description for West Side Story and Peter Pan, perhaps?
What close observers may have noticed is not a lot of baseball talk this year. A frustrating season for the Reds. I know now what rebuilding means. It's a euphemism for greedy owners who get rid of their high paid stars and save money. Anyway, it looks like there have been some frustrating days for Mets and Yankee and Brewer fans in the family. Maybe it's time to switch to the Nats or the Cubs. Or the Cavaliers.
Hope you all are well and enjoying the sandal weather. Love from down here.
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