Hilary wrote me from Mexico and I didn’t answer her right away, so when I saw her parents they indicated she wasn’t going to write back until I wrote. I jumped on my computer and fired off a quick reply, she replied with pages of text, I didn’t reply and then she wrote back: “We […]
Hilary asked me to take photos of her and Cortney and then Matt happened by and squeezed in.
The painting crew (Matt, Sarah, Jen, Goose, and Emma) moved into my office and coated my stale off white with Napa Valley Green. It is now my favorite room. They also moved my desk with my two computer screens so that I face out the window and not a blank wall. I wonder what’s next.
Got back in the saddle this week when Goose helped me install a skylight over there at Applewood. It felt good and right, and I got the highest compliment when Goose said, “You’re as comfortable on this roof as I am on that bridge.” The work felt risky as the slope is steep and the […]
Adam’s contribution to this glorious Tuesday.
I helped Goose move into his new apartment yesterday in Plymouth, N.H., and I got a tour of his campus which went something like this. “That building is easy to climb because you’ve got hand holds there and there, and we sit on the roof of that one, and that one you can get up […]
More proof that I’m okay. *********** More importantly, Sarah’s spending next semester in Fiji and needs a domain name for her blog which she promises to update. Got ideas? I like Jen’s – southseasarah – but Sarah, though she believes her life at Union too boring to write about, might continue her musings after she […]
More proof that I’m okay. *********** More importantly, Sarah’s spending next semester in Fiji and needs a domain name for her blog which she promises to update. Got ideas? I like Jen’s – southseasarah – but Sarah, though she believes her life at Union too boring to write about, might continue her musings after she […]
More photos.
Emma and Matt chose the paint, and Jen and Emma slapped it on, and in one day I had a new downstairs bathroom. Oughta do something about the floor, the top, the sink and the cabinets, but now there’s no hurry. It looks terrrific.
As drunken partygoers at Steven and Karen’s migrate to the bedrooms, look who the roving camera caught! Leave a comment suggesting what Diane might say…
Her: The blog’s old and tired. Me: I don’t have the heart to keep them both going. Her: People still check it. You need to add something. Me: Why? Her: Because friends that don’t get to see you worry about you. Me: They should. Her: No they shouldn’t. You’re okay. Me: Oh, yeah, I forgot. […]