Doing the Countdown with Summer Programs, Including Color-Coordinated Notebooks and Reading Materials Ready for the Literacy Labs Ahead

And it's getting warmer. I was smart, as I mowed early and walked Karal soon after. Then I was on Workday doing accounting work, followed by writing projects, and then planning/meetings. A few World Cup games and a steak & cheese sandwich at Pam's, and a bit of editing on an artistic piece I need to finish. The day flew by and it feels like I didn't accomplish much of anything, although I know I was working all day.

Another highlight of the day was receiving Archaeology of Self: The Introspective Educator's Guide to Racial History by Yolanda Sealey Ruiz, which I can't wait to get into. I've been reading pieces of the work for years and now I'm excited to have it as a finished product. 

Today should be the coolest of the next few days, and it is predicted to be brutal (hence I'll get out there early again with Karal). Indoor projects for most of the day. I also need to meet with students on campus, and to work with teachers on that second grant work. 

And because it will be squeezed lemons again, I'm trying to think of my own when life gives you lemons stories that I can write for and with kids. Hoping, too, that there's no traffic on I-95. Sitting idle in the heat can bite just as much, even with air on. Short post...must fly.

That's the Problem with Summer. It's Simply Too Easy to Hop on the Grill and Find a Way to Gather with Others.

I had grandiose plans for being a loner on Sunday, which I did until later afternoon when I was hungry and I hinted I want people to take me out to eat. Alas, I already went to the store and I bought steaks and shrimp, figuring I was going to be cooking for others, which is exactly what happened. A remake of Saturday night, but with dogs, too. 

I know we are all prepping for a ridiculous heat wave ahead, and I think it is because I know what they're like that I hate when they are predicted once again. They require me to be proactive in the early a.m., before it heats too much. Better this week than next week.

Canada had a great game against S. Africa, and they were good to score in the last minutes.

Also a fantastic moon last night, with the fuller version ready for tonight. If you can see it, there's a sherbet hue to it that is quite nice.

Today begins planning meeting with summer teacher and a dossier review for someone at another university. I also have to unpack books that are in my car, garage, and all over my house. They seem to come from all directions now. 

Rolling my eyes that it is a Monday again...this one leading to July 4th weekend. I will be indoors, thank you....I prefer non-heat waves.

Saturday Night with Rose Kelly, Bringing San Francisco Vibes to Southern Connecticut for More World Cup Action

The day consisted of humid skies, long walks, a trip to Shelton and Ollies and a retreat to Oona's on Walnut Beach for the Colombia/Portugal tie which didn't show either team with a goal. Laundry done, groceries thought about, and summer time tasted with a low-key sort-of day and friendship. 

I believe my summer programs are at capacity and I really should mow my lawn before the ridiculous high heat comes later this week. I tried to nap with the slowness of the day, but I really am a failure at napping. I just can't bring myself to sleep during the day.

I think it's crazy that Rose lived on Lombard Street and frequented the windiness of the San Francisco pavement for 26 years of her life before coming back to Connecticut in her later years. I sent the photo to Chitunga who instantly replied, "She looks like Fran" (Patrick and Kaitlyn's father). 

I need the day, today, to be a wee bit cerebral and productive. I try so hard to be low key when I see the clock will allow for it. I think I did okay while I tried (I mean, I went to Ollies and even Lowe's to walk around). 

And now it's Sunday. A day that is meant to be chill, so I hope I can continue this weekend ritual. Oona had her kitchen and bathrooms redone and they look great. The rain stayed mild all day, so I probably should get out to water. Here's to GiGi's pizza and salads. Great evening last night spent with friends. 

Chicken Coop Sunset with Bridgeport Teachers to Celebrate the End of the Their School Year (Taco Spread for the Win).

My day started on campus with all three of the others who were on campus. Since Covid, the University went on-campus optional for staff on Fridays so it is a ghost town. Of course Anne and I were there, both working on different projects (and lord knows I will miss her when she's gone. She always brings collegiality and companionship to the work). 

The summer notebooks are created, and I loaded them all back in the office. I also started getting donations in memory of a woman who recently passed who left a note for her relatives and friends to do so. She was a naturalist and a writer, but I didn't know her. It is an honor to have my young writers randomly chosen.

I came home in the afternoon to pack up Karal and head to New Haven to Possible Futures, because I had several book orders to pick up. Always wonderful to see Lauren Anderson and the people who work with her. We got home and Karal and I did a long, humid walk. It was only 80 degrees, but it was a sticky 80, so I was drenched. I washed up and then headed to Joanna's for the teacher celebration. Actually, I also watched a repeated World Cup game that I missed and ate delicious tacos. It as a warm night.

I appreciated the chicken coops, though, and their joy of watermelon rinds. Joanna often sends photos of the sunsets they get while out back in the evening...and it's a great location along the Trumbull skyline. I got to see one for myself last night as the little peckers worked on their fruit. Nice night to say so long to a school year (of course, now I pick up all the kids in summer programs). 

And inhale. 

The Competition is On. So Far I'm Winning & It Will Be Quite the Lottery: Birds vs. Crandall 2026. Berry Extravangza. It's On!

When I mowed earlier this week, I saw the berries were starting to ripen. Yesterday, I took Karal out back to see if they were ready. Not all the arms are lucrative with blue delight, but many were so I put together a container for a last-minute good-bye rondezvous with Shirls and Michael and Leo and Bevs. I should probably cover the bushes, because I know the birds will be wanting them, but I sort of live with the philosophy that it's fair game. That's nature.

I had a good day ordering and planning, getting a hair cut, and meeting my friend Sonya for a much needed intellectual therapy and mentoring session. Lucky for us we hit happy hour and our gathering was super cheap and accompanied by pierogis. So good. 

Great World Cup games again, that battled with the ugliness of Workday. God, I hate that system, but I hope I got the paperwork in.

The weather continued to be nice, and now will be met with rain battles for the unforeseeable future, although I hope for less than more, although the gardens crave the more. I need to get to campus and assemble writer's notebooks, as well as pick up orders from bookstores and attend several end-of-the-year K-12 teacher celebrations (hey, I won't have to cook). Perhaps the work I do that extends all the way to graduate school has its perks. The graduation seasons extends across two-three months. 

Finally, I'm wondering about this online media world that came upon so quickly and whether or not it provides good, or it's an evil in disguise. The more I wrestle with it the more I realize the answer comes with all the ways this generation of living is bringing us. I've been saying for a while we're Star Wars, all at the beginning of technological advancements and how it results with the human species (and the great marble we're lucky to inhabit). Can't answer questions today, because we just don't have enough information on where it all will land. 

Well, That Was One for the PD Record Books. Successful, But Let's Talk About Educator's Biting at the Bit and Just Wanting It All to End

End-of-the-year PD is just cruel. Actually, most PD is cruel. If teachers had options to choose the PD they wanted that would be one thing, but instead districts scramble to put something together that is mandatory for all. The kids just left. Rooms need to be cleaned out. But they make teachers come for 6 hours of professional development. I'm not sure why this is the way of the teaching land, but it is. 

With that noted, Greenwich Public School teachers pleaded with their district people to have me come for the last day of literacy PD for middle school teachers. It's an honor to be requested, and I set out to make it fun. I mean, what's standing between the stress of a year and beach reads....PD!!! I was prepped, organized, and ready to go. Let's laugh.

Which they did, until someone checked their phone and reported there was a flipped tractor trailer on I-95 and it would take 4 hours to go 23 miles. This moved to the Merritt alternative, which was now getting all the cars avoiding I-95....just a three hour trip. Moms and dads were panicked about picking up kids, everyone was exhausted, and no matter how entertaining the PD and schmuck in front of them, they just wanted it to end.

I have a sense of humor and I get it. I wouldn't want me there either. When you want (and need) to get going, it makes no sense to force people to stay. The district leader had to compromise with a 30-minute early dismissal, which meant she and I stayed to clean up the day's work. That was the contract with the Greenwich Audubon...space for free, but clean up all theirs. this also meant putting up tables and chairs. Oh, and their air conditioner was down. I was drenched for most of the day. 

AND I made it to the facility with just 1/10th of a tank left in gas. It said I had 50 more miles until I would be on empty. I knew I could park and find gas afterwards. So, that is what I did....nearest station...opposite direction of Connecticut, in New York. I got there, filled up, and looked for the shortest route. Interestingly it took me north through NY and then through numerous background of CT until I made it to Stratford. One hour and 48 minutes, which was better than 3 or 4 hours on the major thruways. 

Phew. CT Traffic. It's impossible to describe at times.

Greenwich has a phenomenal teaching staff. they are dedicated, creative, very hard working, and pro-kid. Ah, but on day 180+ with no air conditioner and doomsday traffic, it's hard to concentrate on the importance of anything. We all agreed, however, that the seeds were planted and the workshop achieved what it set out to do. I just don't think the timing of the last days is smart for anyone. 

You have to teach to know how ridiculous some of the occupation is...the Gods are crazy for what we put educators through, even with Crandall the looney tune who brings wit, spunk, and new ideas.

It's too much, but we survived. And I had a beautiful backroads drive home. I saw new parts. It was a win for me. And by the way....the homes by the Greenwich Audubon....let's just say Hamptons. Phew. They was some people live is astounding. 

A Reunion of Sorts in Stratford, While Eating at Dockside in Devon. I Miss These People & Our Times Together Tremendously

Great futbol yesterday. I spent most of the day on campus readying for today's PD in Greenwich, but I knew I was working towards dinner...a meet up with Kris, Dave, and Ish, as they were in the area for an appointment and heading to Dave's sister. They also have a Juneteenth event in NYC and a 9/11 Mets game against the cubs. They are always packing it in so it was great to hang with them, and Michael van Wahlde, although the time was brief

I had a swordfish BLT with fries, and I think I'm ready to say that I can no longer do the fried potatoes. My stomach just doesn't like digesting the oils they cook them in. The fish, however, was delicious, and I need to be better about getting salads and rice dishes instead.  I live and I learn. 

The Sealey, Wooley, Johnsons were the greatest asset to my Stratford living before they moved to Penn State to continue careers there. I will get Dave back this summer for the literacy labs and I look forward to catching up even more then. 

I love that Kris sings, "Here comes the sun," as hot flashes approach her. Yes, we're all getting older. Crazy to think about how much change, family, storytelling, thinking, and problem-solving we've done as a collective. They are VIP to me and always will be. I love the way our brains make sense of the world. I miss that orange Subaru behind them, and the days I'd pull up with my green hulk version in the Canisius parking lot. 

Time never sits still, though.

And speaking of time, I must deal with insane traffic to get to my destination. I curse it every time I say, "Sure, I'll do PD in Greenwich. No problem." 

Fingers crossed that everyone is staying home this Wednesday and it is a smooth trip. I'm excited to work with their teachers again, although I know I'm the last hours of their school year before summer break. 

I hate me for it, too. But we'll have fun.

It is the Way of This Career, Dear Sir. You End One Chapter and Around the Corner Arrive All the New Chapters Ready to be Written

I was assigned orientation #3, which was ironic because in my session was a young woman from Fayetteville, Manlius, who worked with my younger sister at Fayetteville-Manlius High School and knows both my nephews. I really didn't have a big role in the work, other than to help students as they selected classes and to outline possible options to think about as they spend four years of their lives getting certified to teach. 

Introductions brought about Syracuse, and Syracuse naturally led to the additional connection, with the humor that she worked with Casey...now she's with us at Fairfield, with no idea how fast these five years will go by. Orientation is the first step. She'll be graduating before she knows it...class of 2030. Isn't that crazy?

I was on campus all day catching up from the two weeks I was away, and didn't achieve much because of the technology issues the campus was having. I ended up home by afternoon to work from there, all in preparation of the PD to come with Greenwich. 

Murky weather, too. Rain that will continue until Wednesday. All gloom and doom, but that's good, because I don't feel as guilty being inside working. The only one who loses out is Karal, because she won't walk in the rain unless she has to....she snubs her knows at it.

I'm heading to campus again in a bit, though. I'm hoping the technology has been fixed because I have much printing that needs to be accomplished. We shall see. I try to be optimistic.

I'm Still Going to Say that My Father's Day Was a Success. A Wonderful Day Off with Two Books Read, World Cup Games Viewed, a Lawn Mowed, & Cooking for the Week

I feel bad that I didn't shower or get in the car. I didn't replant like I wanted to or tackle the garage. I did, however, read two books that have been on my mind (and that I brought to Syracuse but never cracked open). Both were verse novels which always makes for interesting narrative arcs and in the case of Grant Snider, there were illustrations, too, which made it even more poignant. Both are texts for being human. One is historical fiction and the other is a speculation with a great moral for middle school readers.

We will be using Sea of Lemon Trees thematically this summer, with its major emphasis in Ubuntu Academy, but exercises in all our literacy labs (wish I had the teacher institute this year, too, as they would love this). I've become a huge fan of graphic novels and verse novels that share parts of history that have often been ignored by our biased, single-story approach to storytelling of what it means to human (well, as least American). Sea of Lemon Trees: the Corrida of Roberto Alvarez attempts to piece together a 12-year old's bravery to stand in court in defense of Mexican-American education int he United States at a time when the Great Depression pushed White immigrants to turn against brown ones. Schools that were integrated were quickly segregated because White families feared educated others. Although schools were mixed, they fought to push kids out because they wanted an upper hand for their kids alone (hmmm...zip code apartheid 2026). 

The other books I read is The Year I Stopped Drawing. It's not out until November but Grant sent me a copy so I can see what he's up to....it's brilliant and as good as I expected. I especially enjoyed the thrown gummy worm stuck on the ceiling of a middle school cafeteria as a metaphor for trusting some truths will always remain. The frog doodles were appealing, too, but so was the fun, clever way a deep-thinking child gets through the awkwardness of the time through a love of drawing, but the obstacles that deter him for having confidence that his doodles are therapeutic. 

Both books are brilliant for teachers and I'm excited to have them on the radar of classroom teachers because they will achieve reading with students and definitely develop their thinking. 

I also grilled for the week, mowed the lawn, walked the dog, and maintained World Cup commitment. It's easy to read/write while listening/watching games. Even better when I choose to live the day in yesterday's clothes, unbathed, and without any interest of dealing with people.

I welcomed texts/calls from Chitunga, Abu, Kanyea, Lossine, Edem, and Akech. Also took them from William, the King of fatherhood these days with his twins. Talked to my own father early in the morning and simply rode through the final weekend day without too much stress. I have to be on campus this week and do PD for Greenwich, so I knew a slow day was a good call.

Longest day of sunlight. Love them when they arrive without humidity.

Beautiful Weddings in June (for Two of My Students of Yesteryear) and Safely Home from Crazy NY/CT Traffic so Today I Can Unwind

 

Happy Father's Day. This is Papi Butch (Karal Sleeping Beside Him) when my dad told me he was going to bed, but snuck out with another slide of cinnamon cake. I love when he helps himself and seems to eat from a place of enjoyment. I took this before I left and if you look closely, he is clean cut, shaved, and without his hillbilly appearance. 

The wedding we attended was outside Westchester in the beautiful hills of southern NY...just north of NYC. The facility wouldn't let us in because they were running late, and the bathrooms turned out to be nice. Was a little weirded out by the service of the facility, but understood why one might choose the backdrop. Rebecca was a student of mine during Covid and her Aunt Shirley, who I love dearly, raised her. Although I had another student graduating on the opposite side of CT at the same time near the water, I opted for friends, knowing that the Walnut Beach Crew would make great wedding companions. Anyone who knows me, knows that weddings drive me bonkers. 

The bride was beautiful, the sun extremely hot during the outdoor service, and the company with good vibes. They didn't bring out the dinners until after 9 p.m. and, for some reason, played all the dance music before everyone ate. To say we were hungry was an understatement. They also had a guy emcee and liven the crowd, but he was a little too much and never quite got to a place of success.

We did eventually have filet mignon, and it was good. The traffic on the way was horrible, but the way back was simply windy...the NY roads needed some taxpayer love (not sure whey this is the way outside NYC, because they tend to be really nice everywhere else. 

Today, I'm writing, mowing, cleaning, gardening, and taking it easy. I will ride to where the day takes me...with no rush to do anything, as I've really been out of the house and on the go for over two weeks. It will be a nice day to unwind and take one second at a time.

Three World Cup Games, a Day Off, Hoffman Hotdogs brought from Syracuse...Perfect Walnut Beach Day for a Gathering, Food, & Sports

I may have overdone it, but I thought there were going to be another 10 people eating with us. Either way, I had my giant bags of Hoffman's, Grey Poupon mustard, Kayem hotdog buns, a giant bowl of fruit, and a green & garbanzo bean salad to share with others. Pam provided her delicious potato salad (so so good) and Bev/Leo brought ice cream desert. 

Great USA game and only Pam and I made it through the Scotland/Morocco game. I caught Haiti & Brazil back home.

I'm not sure what it is about summer picnic eating, but I love the variety of items to be scooped onto a paper plate, all in the pleasure of dining with friends. Glad there were sports to watch, too.

It's actually beautiful in CT right now. The humidity and high temperatures backed off for a week or two and the weddings this weekend could not have a better atmosphere. I have two tonight, same time...different ends of the State. I can only do one, but we don't need to hit the highways until 3 p.m. (all depends on I-95 on a Saturday). 

It was great walking yesterday, too, and I came upon a terrible accident by my house. Guessing a mother (child in back) was texting and higher than a kite, as she rammed into an 87 year old woman, causing both cars to off-road through fences only to be stopped by residential homes. I saw the ambulances leaving and I was like, "Nope. I don't want to know more." Such snap-of-the-finger tragedies like that simply get into my head and don't like to depart. As neighbors were sharing what they knew, I was trying to get Karal through them as fast as I could.

The grilled hotdogs, with Grey Poupon and Kayem wiener buns was exactly what I hoped they'd be. All three meals occurred at1/2 time during the USA/Australia game. I only had a cup of yogurt for breakfast, and kept it light because I knew it was entertaining time (and I really do like to cook and try new things (lemon-honey zest dressing....apparently makes beans and tomatoes pop with flavor - I read an entire chemistry article on why the zest and beans work together nicely. I lost the big words to name it, though.

My lawn needs to be mown. I wish to take Karal for an exhausting walk, and I need to map out tonight's wedding trip. I have plenty of leftovers and wish I could share with any and all. The fruit will definitely be breakfast tomorrow and I also know what lunch will be.

Here's to your Saturday.

I Love Driving Through the Berkshires on My Way Back to CT from Syracuse, Especially After Thunderstorms and as Pink Skies Start to Move In

I made great time. The Thruway was light and flowing and I knew the only hiccup would likely be driving through the Berkshires -- you go only as fast as the car in front of you. I almost made it through until the last 7 miles where I caught up to a tractor trailer, and 40 other cars. We went 20 mph in a 50 mph zone. Then, I hit major construction on route 8, post Waterbury. Good book, however, so it wasn't that stressful. Also came home to several new boxes of books sent from publishers. Will get into them sometime today.

Driving throughout the Hudson Valley actually has the same hills and mountains as we saw in California. It's just that ours are wearing clothes. That is...they are covered in trees and full greenery. It makes it seem as if it's not as mountainous as Sonora. The Berkshires are beautiful and I love driving by all the lakes. I used to only go 17 through Binghamton, so when people visited me, I always wondered what they meant by driving by the lakes. Now that I know the Albany/Massachusetts route, I now know what they mean. I didn't realize there was a 20-minute, shorter route. Yes, there are tolls, it's a wonderful ride for the eyes. A wide world of broccoli.

Karal didn't settle for sleep riding home, but conked out after chowing down a bowl of food. I wish I got a picture of my father Wednesday night who snuck a slice of cinnamon cake after he claimed he was going to bed. A happy belly makes for a better life.

Speaking of, my goal is to be done working by 3 so I can attend World Cup games with a giant bag of Hoffman Hotdogs. I brought them back with me, as I know my friends wish they were sold in our groceries.

I'm also glad mom had a good doctor's visit, Cynde took her to get her hair cut, and the home-health aide will resume sometime this morning. Being with the parental units is simply about understanding routines, patterns, and habits. Keep the iPad in the right locations, remember the phone and glasses, keep dad's pills and meals in front of him, and know that many naps are inevitable. 

I prepped the coffee one last time before I left. I know how much I appreciate having it ready to go first thing in the morning. If I could lighten the load with one less morning hassle, then it is a good thing. 

Juneteenth is an important holiday. Always appreciated the episode of Blackish when Trey educated the audience about the debates that came up in his office. I will like post this and watch it again.

Needing to Get Back to the Nutmeg State, But First a Lunch with My Nephew and Laster Ice Cream with the Stahrr Twins of North Syracuse

I did get weed-whacking done, but then it poured on me. I went back later and tried to finish, but the battery died. Somehow dad found another reason to mow the lawn, even though it didn't need it. I have to remember it's something that keeps him busy and that he likes to do.

Dylan requested Barado's on Oneida Lake which was a great choice (yes, they're still rebuilding the bridge) and although I loved the brisket lunch, my stomach no longer likes such delicacies. It took me all afternoon to digest it and to tame the acid burn. Not fun. But Dylan got his fish sandwich and we discussed his certification program at LeMoyne. 

Later, after I calmed my stomach I took Lys (Chitunga's girlfriend of 3 years) and Bri out for dinner. they are finishing their semesters as teachers and getting ready for summer calm (as well as an Alaska cruise with their grandparents who live in Florida)(scratching it off the bucket lists). 

I need to download another book (I'm thinking My Mother the Mermaid Chaser, because I enjoyed My Father the Panda Killer on my way here) by Jamie Jo Hoang. She can write, and I loved the Vietnamese storytelling and hope to meet her very soon (maybe this year at NCTE).

As for Plank Road Ice Cream, phew, they need to cut down their serving size. I swear they put a whole gallon of Panda Paw on my cone....it wouldn't hold, so I needed to get a bowl for it. Even then, I could only eat a quarter of what was given to me, and I can eat ice cream....especially Panda Paw.

I should probably finish the backyard weed-whacking before I take off, but also need to be sure all is in check for the departure. Let's see...dad might need grass seed because he's cut the lawn to shreds in his daily approach. I also want to bake a cinnamon cake before departing...sort of a tradition where I leave the cake for them to eat (they'd been tackling the banana bread for a few days now).

Also need to remember to pack up my huge package of Hoffman's Hotdogs I bought and have been storing in the downstairs refrigerator. Can't wait to introduce them to my grill. 

The time always flies at home. Didn't see Kanyea or Abu, because their lives are frantic and hectic, too. Maybe next time...or when they visit Connecticut. 

A Day or Two Late, But Got Dinner in with Lossine and Delaney at Hafner's - the CNS Reunion Site & Local Favorite of CNY

I wanted fish, so I got fish. They got a burger and a Beef on Weck, apparently a favorite of the City of buffalo. No drinks. Cheap dinner out and wonderful to see them, learn of Delaney's snail studies (and conference presentation this week), and to hear Lossine's laughter...always laughing. Abu stiffed us for a soccer game...his boys are int he playoff, but I should see him today or tomorrow (and there are ice cream plans with Lys and Bri tonight). 

Yesterday was low key...I got much CWP work done, made banana bread, thoroughly cleaned the bathroom, did laundry, and walked the dog. 

This, also is with dishes, breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It's like running one's own restaurant on Amalfi Drive. 

Rain returns today. Supposedly. My time in Syracuse is also running short, although I hope to weed whack and see what is happening on the back of the shed (according to Brenda). 

Was also glad to see that the Cavaliers "Lost Boy" DCI show will be in Lexington on August 3, so sent to my ol' student, Ian, whose son is now marching with his high school's band. It's in the family; in the blood. Although not directly involved, you can't help but support the sport of the arts where it exists...even in the bluegrass state. 

Alright...not much to report today. Time to get on Workday and attempt to do more accounting/grant work. It's insane how impossible the system adopted by our University actually is. 

Magical Meatloaf Monday with Mom's Magical Mukluxs on Ms. Mary Lou. What a Marvelous Way to Spend a Monday Night.

There's always been something wonderful and joyous about Amalfi Drive neighbors and the joy such people have brought my parents. Generations of Nikoloffs, Dearstines, Yokos, Patricks, Shaffers, and Stolzs, made for a location where you want to open your home and bring the happiness in, including random roses from Mary Lou who arrived Monday night to bring magic to mom, who traded the kindness for several pairs of compression socks.

This is the life one lives these days. Karal was intrigued. Mary Lou perpetually apologized for getting the dog riled up, but we assured her, "Nope, that's Kara. She's crazy."

Although I did a Wegman's run and got supplies for Mt. Pleasant in Kentucky, I failed to get myself dinner, but knew Mom and Dad were set up with Meals on Wheels. I did a doctoral practice of showing up at Cynde's around dinner time and saying, "Why, sure, I will join you." Actually, I had her leftover meatloaf and she grilled dogs for her and Mike.

I'm still thinking about Mary Lou's visit, however, and the great company she is for mom, both as a listener and person to talk to. The doorbell rang and, as if 7th Day Adventists or Jehovah Witnesses were sent from the Great Whatever Above, I was pleased to see it was Mary Lou, as I knew my mom would benefit from the gregarious company. I'm hoping we can do it again today, and perhaps tomorrow. 

Amalfi Drive has so much history with people coming to and going from our family abode. There were days of Snicker Bars, Doberman Pinchers, and Price Chopper runs with Casey. There were the years of wives screaming for their beer-drunk husbands to come home finally, and then there were the Bonnie lasagna/grilled vegetable days. 

It always feels good when the life returns for my parents on the 2nd floor of their house. I'm ecstatic that Mary Lou loved mom's socks and they fit her beautifully. This was a great way to start the week.

And Cynde's meatloaf and focaccia were superb.

Wait. What? Yesterday Wasn't Father's Day? Well, I Was a Week Early on that One. Drove All the Way to Syracuse so I Wouldn't Miss It. But Now I Will

Cynde and I planned on redoing the front for Father's Day and I can't believe she didn't correct me when I came a week early and we went to work on the plants and lights. Strange, too, that Casey made a trip all the way to Amalfi Drive yesterday when it wasn't a holiday. Maybe she was confused, too, but we did trick dad into a light haircut, where we removed the possum from his face and shaved down his head. He's officially cleaned up and we took 30 years off his life. He was like, "Jesus Christ, you didn't leave any hair on my head." 

Strange for a fellow who has wanted to be bald for the last 20 years. His mountain goat look has only been a recent trend. 

Casey visited for a short while, Karal and I got a long walk in, and I met the Bilities out for dinner at Hafner's ... a CNY favorite. 

Still celebrating the great win of the Knicks on Saturday night and now have nothing but respect for Jalen Brunson. This is the first time I've been hooked into the NBA season, and he's one of the reasons. He and Stephon Castle (who didn't have a great game on Saturday) have kept me intrigued. Of course, Victor Wembanyama is a treat to watch, too. That one, though, was totally for the Big Apple and all its residents. To live in the northeast is to know the passion that exists around diversity, the American dreams, sports, and true democracy. 

It's Monday and I'm going to try to do my best to do all accounting and budgeting from my parent's house, cursing out Workday as I do and hoping that I can get things moving in anticipation of the budget season for the next several weeks. Of course, my school lost its administrative assistant to retirement and I was told they don't have plans to replace her until August (because no one works in the summer. Yeah, right). 

I think the temperatures are dropping today, too. I'll take it. I'd also take my bones and joints, age 21-50, too. I want them back so I don't hurt so much. 

Okay. Time to get this day started. 

The Dog's Life Wins It Every Time. That, and Another Attempt to Spruce/Clean Up the Parental Home for Dad (in Honor of Father's Day)

If Cynde had it her way, she would have headed over at 4:30 a.m. to begin the soil, Pete moss, mulch festival. Instead, I kept her at bay for a few hours so I could drink some coffee. I need my coffee. Screw anyone who tries to rush the morning coffee process. 

We did get to Lowe's and got a few plants, as well as hoses to water the materials we planted. We took down a decade of Christmas Tree Shop junk than no longer works and even added new solar lights. Mom asked if the World Cup game was lasting all day, and I said, "Nope...there are many games." I've been watching them back-to-back. 

In the afternoon, I went to Cynde's so Karal could have some cousin time in which Lucy said, "Nope. I'm not running, I'm lounging."

She lounged. 

At night, mom, dad, and I got Palantino's take out: chick parm, pasta, fries, salad. It was good, but I think we all over ate before the Knick's game. 

They're call for rain today, but we'll see. I think it is likely to warm up and we might get a storm or two. I predict it will be mostly nice for the day, like it was yesterday. 

A day like yesterday reminded me of the wonderful summer months of yesteryear where everyone gathered in the backyard to swim in the pool and to eat whatever we put together on the grill. The day would start, the skies would warm, and the people would wander over. Those days are very missed, as are the joints I used to have where I would run 11 miles and join everyone in the pool (which was my summer bath). 

Funny, too, because I was craving a cold beer last night. I haven't craved her in years, but something about the warmth of the day and the work we attempted to do must have kicked off Chubby's memories. I thought about going to the store to get a six pack, but got too lazy. Still is weird to me to know that the beer isn't flowing onto and into 5388 Amalfi like it used to, but nothing stays the same forever. Change is inevitable. 

And how many changes have me made to dad's front? Quite a few. Mom's clematis still is in bloom. That has survived for a few decades now. 

Same Look. Different Season. Snowblower Exchanged for Lawn Mower and Long Beard. Same Irrational Behaviors, But His Routines Remain Consistant.

Mow Mow Mow Mow Mow Mow Mow Mow Mow  Mow Mow Mow Mow Mow Mow Mow Mow Mow Mow Mow Mow Mow Mow Mow Mow Mow Mow  Mow Mow Mow Mow Mow Mow Mow Mow Mow Mow Mow Mow Mow Mow Mow Mow Mow Mow  Mow Mow Mow Mow Mow Mow Mow Mow Mow

And after you're done...Mow some more. Just Mow. And when not mowing, display your lawnmower on the front lawn so everyone knows you have a lawnmower. If you tell him, "the lawn is mowed already," he'll say, "Who says," and mow anyway. It's always been this way, but it's more severe with the dementia. 

I arrived to Syracuse this afternoon and Cynde was already weeding in preparation for the landscape party we hope to have on Saturday. It will be our attempt to reconstruct trailer park, Christmas Tree, Dollar Tree junk with plants and a little more warm feel. We shall see. Dad has even taken to stabbing trash onto the beaks of some of his lawn art birds. It is something. 

Ah, but we're here. The temperatures have started to cool down, and there's not much to the week's agenda but to do paperwork via the university for all summer programs and to spend time on Amalfi Drive while I can. 

I won't mow. I leave that for Papi Butch because it is what makes him happy. Perhaps I'll convince him to shave. Others have tried, but he's resistant. Looks like a possum died on his face. 

Of course, Karal is in her glory, too.

Love Me Some Fresh Fruit Season. Why? Because I Love Yogurt and Granola for Breakfast to Kick off a Fantastic Day.

I was a good boy yesterday. I hunkered down, worked on grants, worked on summer programs, wrote contracts, ordered materials, and caught up on many items that I put to the side for a week. I also walked in the heat with Karal (yuck) and watched the first World Cup game with Leo. But for the most part I put everything in gear so I can work for a few days from Syracuse. My windows to visit the parental units are limited and I had two options before July. I promised myself if I got work stuff done yesterday, I could travel today...

...which I plan on doing after I weed-whack and pack. It's going to be another scorcher in CT today, but then it will cool off. The following two weekends I have weddings and graduation parties. Of course, July is summer programs, too. I figure now offers the best window to get a few days in Central New York, now that the semester is over and I successfully did the California thing.

I also need to cover my blueberry bushes. They are loaded and I'm afraid they will ripen while in Syracuse and the birds will get them all. I need to be strategic as I want to get as many as I can. In my head, I own a blueberry farm, but the couple of plants suffice. I will be ahead of the Nikki/Mike birthdays, but less pressed for time if I get there today for a short bit. I can do most of my other work online and this way I'll be able to cover Father's Day with Butch (I got to Mother's Day, too, but a week or so late).

I'm looking forward to another great breakfast and to listening to books. It's so nice to be back in my car, too. Our rental, a Mitsubishi, was horrible. I've not been in a car with such awful pickup since my high school, college days when my friends and I drove hand-me-down cars. 

Here's to safe travels. I'm in no rush...just going to ride with the day.

And the Award for Canine Best Sport While The Homeowner Is Away Goes to Kararlyn Khara Caramel Cupcake.

Karal wanted to get up at 6 a.m. est., but I convinced her it was too early. I covered my head with a black t-shirt because I didn't fall asleep until 3 a.m. - West to East jet lag is real. I got up, made an omelet, sipped coffee, and tackled email (which took the better part of the day). Besides a quick trip to get a few groceries and a rendezvous of walking Karal 4 miles, my day was spent processing the week's worth of work I put off while away.

The photo of Karal was also sent from Mateo, who stayed at the house and kept her routine of long walks and lots of play.

I much prefer watching the NBA files on West Coast time because they are over by 8 and you can move on. In the east, the 4th game kept me up late.

I also mowed the lawn. I debated if I wanted to wait until the morning but with the threat of rain and higher humidity, I thought it best to get I done before the game started. 

I did my best to lay low and let the time change settle back in. It's not as bad as London and Copenhagen, and it's nowhere near Tokyo. Still, I wanted to acclimate my mind and body to Connecticut time and now put too much pressure on getting out in the world. Besides, the laundry, itself, occupied most of the day.

Nothing Like a Day of Air Travel in Recycled Fart Air. It Began at 5:45 a.m. Pacific Time and Ends at 12:15 p.m. EST. All the Joys.

I'm a regular guy. I need my routines and like my local comforts including the loo for the morning poo and a good two hours to get my brain started. Well, yesterday, that didn't happen. I was go go go...Uber, Bart, Tram, check-in, breakfast, public toilets, terminal, flight. All to travel 3,008 miles from point A (a mini-vacation/family reunion/break) to point B (Karal, the house, a lawn to be mowed, the comforts of local goods, familiarity). 

I must say the veggie burrito for breakfast was great...just would rather have one closer to the world I live and not at an airport. 

The photo is from the stadium at Berkeley named for those that fought in the Great War (WWII). The statue is to honor the Big Game in the 1960s. Chitunga and climbed up the hill to the stadium and, hence, I got this shot.

You know you're in California, though, when the airport has more pho, veggie-burgers, and salads than the usual airport fair.

It was definitely great bonding time for the kid and I: talking plans, ideas, wonders, steps, aging, and life. In so many ways we're complete opposites. In others...we're exactly the same and finish one another's ideas. He's still not the best communicator, but I appreciate his fierce independence and self-reliant ways. Not a fan of how brisk he walks, though, because it's like a slow trot for me to catch up and I get sweaty.

The connection was in Denver and Mateo sent me photos of Karal excited to know I'll be home within 24 hours, which was good inspiration fro the travel.

I knew this trip was about seeing Bobbie & Dick, though. I needed to thread the loop back to them as they were so central to me when I first moved to Louisville....many villages helped to raise me, including their own (and I am thankful). 

Funny how a little town in Sherburne would give birth to 3 Crandalls who have offered guidance throughout my life. As the generation gets older and less mobile, it was important for me to make an effort to share love while I can. 

Ready to Call It a Week: Berkeley, National Writing Project, Knicks Game, and a Speak Easy. I Guess that Will be the Wrap Before Flying All the Way Home Today

I did a good job. I managed to talk Chitunga out of riding bikes across the Golden Gate Bridge because I don't enjoy the heights and wasn't fond of high winds and fog. Instead, I convinced him we needed to BART to see the National Writing Project office at Berkeley and to walk the campus, which was a much better choice, if I do say so myself. We were fortunate, too, because Tanya Baker, Executive Director, was able to meet us for coffee before she had meetings. 

We did walk the campus and it was gorgeous. We trained back and then headed to two bars for the Knicks game: the first packed solid and the second conveniently able to seat us at a bar with a menu for dinner. We ate and watched San Antonia upset the Knicks at home (which makes for a much better series). 

On our way out, Chitunga said we had one more place to stop and when we got to the location, he tapped on the door three times and rang a bell. A man opened and asked, "Are you hear from the Speak Easy?" and Chitunga said we were. The code was Books. We were brought into a dark bar with lots of books and we had a final night cap. I was like, "What is this about," and he reported it's his new thing...finding speakeasies all over the country which apparently is a trend to throw back to prohibition. You walk inside and the waiters and waitresses are dressed in attire of those times. It was fun. 

Tunga said it's a tradition for Alyssa and him to spend the last night of travel so he can get a drink, she can order water, and they debrief the experiences they just had. It was a good tradition to join in on, as we debriefed the week and he said the highlight for him was bonding with Hanna and Samantha, which he wasn't expecting. Now he hopes to connect Samantha with Sue in Louisville. 

I won't be in Connecticut until midnight Eastern time, so I'm departing San Francisco knowing the day will be exceptionally long. I have my books. I paid for extra leg room. I am hopeful for a smooth trip, knowing such travel is rare...but I can hope. And I'm connecting in Denver and that makes me happy, because I love that part of the nation and look forward to seeing the mountains.

Then There Was the Sunday When We Walked 10.5 Miles to and through Golden Gate Park (with Trolly Assistance on the Way Back)

During Covid, when Will, Jess, Chitunga, and I would hike, Will and I used to marvel at how fast Jess and Chitunga can move in their steps. I texted early to say, "Kid, you go all the way. I'll get there, but I can't go as quickly as you do." We started with a visit to San Francisco University, founded in 1855, with one of the most beautiful cathedrals I've ever seen. The campus is simply stunning and the climb up to see over much of the city was beautiful. 

But then we climbed down to find the Golden Gate Park, walked its entirety to the Pacific Ocean, then grabbed a drink at a beach bar, before taking a trolly back to the Wharf where we're staying.

I could walk Golden Gate Park over and over again. There is so much to see, it's clean, it's super diverse, and everyone seems to be there to recreate. I got my pace going, worked up a sweat, and by the time I made it to the ocean, the winds dried me off and caused me to freeze. It was cold by the water. 

These hotel prices are something, though, and it's one of those, "When in Rome...well, San Francisco...pay what the Romans pay." Phew. It is something. 

I keep waiting for my legs to be sore from all the inclines (and they hurt), but it's nothing too painful. I guess it's because I walk so much at home...just not as far or as quick to try to keep up with Chitunga. 

And we finished it off with another Jazz concert, this time starting Frank Catalano, whose resume was quite impressive. His talent on the saxophone was out of this world. We went out for Moroccon food (it was okay) and spend a fortune on another concert - actually, Tunga picked up this one as it was his spur of the moment idea. Definitely an exhausting Sunday and not one for rest like it is supposed to be. 

Not sure what is in store today but I overheard him talking about more hiking. Bless my feet and legs. Pray for the muscles. Give me the mental strength to persevere. Memories are being made. 

San Fran. Paula West. Keys Jazz Bistro. Alcatraz. Lombard Street. Fisherman's Wharf. Burritos. Tired Feed. We Trained/Bused into Golden Gate Bridge Land

I'm definitely not mobile like I used to be and climbing up to Lombard Street and walking back down worked up quite a sweat, even if the temperatures were in the lower 60s. That is an incline. Tunga kept saying, it's only one more block. Bastard. And he's like Legolas in Lord of the Rings. I'm glad we turned in the car and trained/bused in, because I can't imagine navigating this traffic with a car (or finding parking). So many people. So much movement. So many hills. Nope. Better on food. 

After walking all day, Tunga said he wanted to go to a Jazz Bar, so we showed up at Keys Jazz Bistro where Paula West was performing. The musicians and her were amazing and even if the cover charge was steep for live music, there I no regret here. Amazing performance and felt blessed to have the experience. There was quite the applause when she sang, "When that man is dead and gone." (you can guess who she is singing about today...it was/is an Irvin Berlin song written about Adolph Hitler, but rethought given the orange ass destroying our nation at every turn). 

A few manhattan's calmed the bones in the feet and I imagine I'll be tired from the climbing on Lombard Street. We also spend much time looking at the Golden Gate Bridge (too foggy and sunny to see it fully) and Alcatraz). 

Not sure what we'll do today, because the hotel we booked isn't the greatest. Looked wonderful online, but when we opened our doors and saw our mattresses were on the floor and there was nowhere to put our things, we realized San Fran is out of its frickn' mind with these prices. We hope to relocate elsewhere today, but we need a place to sit and plan.

Love visiting major cities but soon conclude there's no way I would ever want to live on top of so many others all the time. Great to visit such locations, but I like my green, the freedom of roads that don't climb straight up and down, and not having that layer of dirt hit ya as soon as you get outside. 

But the view of the city and from the water was/is simply outstanding. 

Moving Beyond Sonora This Morning After a Night of Family at the Hotel & a Day Hike for a Lifetime. So Glad We Did This Trip.

Chitunga and I did old school Columbia, CA (western, gold mining town) and followed it with a hike at New Melones Lake and did the Heron Point Trail. At one point, a bald eagle flew out of the tree and flew over our heads. It was stunning, and then we realized the mate was in the tree and she soon followed. It was a majestic experience for the ages.

At night, after we watched the Knicks for a while at the pool bar, we met Patrick, Hanna, Samantha, Jane, and her friend for Perch Rooftop Dining, the foo-foo-fee scenic restaurant on the top floor. It was one of those once-in-a-lifetime dinners and we all ate like royalty. I've never had oysters before, but they were delicious and I will be ordering them in the future again. I had Sea Bass which was also outstanding. 

At dinner, we really dug into great conversations and gained tremendous respect for the beauty and brilliance of Samantha and Hanna, but also at the amazing strength and perseverance of Patrick holding the West Coast family together. A lot more of the t's were crossed and I's dotted. It was a healing and necessary meal.

My face got a little read today while hiking, which became a topic for conversation because Jane is a skin cancer survivor. This led to moisturizing conversations as Hanna is obsessed with never having wrinkles. She is brilliant like her dad and I knew after we broke bread together why it was necessary to do this trip. 

Today, though, we head towards San Francisco. We'll see what comes from it all.

Attended Sonora High School's Graduation Last Night and Got to Spend Time with My Cousin's Friends, His Daughter, the Graduate, and the Graduate's Sister

Actually, I should start by saying that Chitunga took the lead and drove us to Yosemite where we saw the Bridalvail Falls deep in the valley. It is white knuckle driving in and out of the park and I've never seen such hills, curves, and falls before. We learned later from Patrick's partner that a person a day goes missing in the forest. I can see why. Chitunga, too, went for a hike and got lost, but he navigated his way back.....just a little longer than anticipated. I stayed on the flatter trails.

The graduation ceremony was like them all, but the valedictorian speaker really needed some help. He definitely put the corn in ball, and I wanted to help him with originality. Actually, they allowed many students to speak and after it all I was thinking, "There's a reason kids can wait to get out of these schools."

We never got around to lunch and ended up at the graduation rather hungry. Samantha and I wandered down food (I've never been at a ceremony that had a taco truck). It saved me. We then drove to Patrick's for a party, and he was able to get Bobbie and Dick from the nursing home. It was wonderful to see how animated Bobbie got with the grandchildren there. Ryan is leaving for London in the morning with an intent to live there permanently. His father is meeting him in Seattle to help make the transition, as he's 18 now and a graduate. 

It was wonderful chatting with Hannah and Samantha, catching up on their lives, learning about the latest in Louisville and the livelihood of Bozeman, Montana, where Hannah lives now. Wasn't sure Ryan was happy about the celebration in his honor, but he made it and is the Class of 2026.

The drive and hiking, coupled with the reunion of family, has/had my brain spinning in multiple directions yesterday, as I'm sure it was the same for Chitunga. Slept in this morning and will see what we can make of the days ahead. I've decided you have to have goat blood to live in this part of the country and love all the rocks, hills, climbs, and heat.

I'm definitely a seashore guy...Just give me the beach and a water way to look upon.

We Were Both Too Old to Do The Math But We Know This was a Reunion Almost 20 Years Too Late. Had to Fly to California to Make It Happen

We're chicken clucking. Neither Chitunga or I are casino-oriented individuals, but we sat in the casino and enjoyed bar food. He arrived yesterday at 10:45 and we got the rental and drove 2 hours through windy roads and many hills...some of it white-knuckle driving. It was us, goats, trucks driving huge logs, and $7 a gallon gas. The heat is also in the 90s, which is nice.

In the evening, we drove to visit Aunt Bobbie and Uncle Dick at the Skyline Senior Living Center. They were eating dinner and both were very, very surprised. We allowed them to finish, and afterwards, a nurse walked them outside to have a great visit with us. Bobbie was all hugs and joy and Dick was all smiles. She kept calling Chitunga Chicago. They are now in total assisted living and memory care. Their minds go in and out of knowing what's going on. It was sad to see this, but it goes with the territory of getting older. 

Afterwards, we drove to see Patrick, met his partner, met his partner's mom, and met many of the dogs they have. Ryan only waved as he ran from his room to go fishing (with Patrick giving rolling eyes...teenagers). Tomorrow he graduates at 7 p.m. and afterwards we'll gather with a little celebration.

Chitunga and I are heading for hikes this morning and will make a game plan for our other travels while we're here. I changed my flight to leave out of San Francisco so that is likely to be our go-to location after the weekend. Well we've our way down there from where we are which is in a very remote part of Cali. 

The hills are beautiful, but the dryness is frightening considering the fires they often get. Looking forward to seeing Hannah and Samantha tonight. I haven't been back to this part of the country since right before my senior year of high school.

Oh, and the chicken portraits around the hotel are worth the stay. I knew when I saw them online it was the deal that would hook me.

Well, I Am in Sacramento, California, and Chitunga Should Be Here Some Time This Morning. 1st Night Airport Stay

I forget...traveling out west makes for a long day. Actually left at 12:15 east coast time and I got to my hotel at 10:45 West Coast time, so that is really 1:45. There was a flight delay in Washington, which worked out fine because it allowed for dinner there. Then, upon landing in Sacramento, the luggage took another hour. It's all good, though. I'm on land. And their airport repurposes luggage into art sculptures.

I also watched the Avatar film again, which was over 2.5 hours so it ate up a lot of the trip. Thought I m might sleep some, but nope. I couldn't wait to hit the hotel pillow.

I ordered the breakfast, so I'll head downstairs and then await Chitunga's flight before picking up the car rental and heading south for two hours. We're staying at the Chicken Ranch Resort & Casino and the puns are over the top already, "We hope you have a clucking great time." We will. 

I can't believe how I've aged and prefer to be in my own local territory. I like the comforts of home, and running through big airports depresses me more than excited me. Love the super diversity of this nation, but hate how packed these locations are with people running frantically. 

Anyways, I'm in California. The adventure begins right now. 

Mini-Reunion at Sophia's on the Brick Walk with the Ol' Grant Officer and the Soon-to-be-Retiree. Love the Good People.

Whereas CWP relies on grants to stay alive, the grant office at Fairfield University is part of my life, and this included Susan LaFrance who I spend a good many years with over on State and Federal grants, including many weekends where the two of us were simply trying to catch up on all the work we had to do. There'd be three cars in the Canisius parking lot on Saturday & Sundays: mine, Susan's and, then interim Provost, Christine. All of us were working to make as much happen as we good.

Sadly, with all work, a remodeling of the Research Office also meant a departure of Susan who sort of fell victim to the paradigm of non-tenured staff. I had nothing but tremendous joy working with her, although the numbers game is stressful and the paperwork of grants never seems to be finished. 

Still, we've stayed in touch, she went on to earn another degree, and both she and her daughter remain loyal to the campus. I can't believe Elizabeth graduated with her Masters this year.

Anne, too, another grant writer with million-dollar projects, was also a die-hard Susan fan. We knew what the work took, who'd help to get it achieved, and where the answers would arrive. All roads led to Susan's office while she was there. 

Yesterday, we had lunch at Sophias (the potato, lead, and mussels appetizer is my favorite). It was wonderful celebrating Anne's retirement and to catch up with Susan's happiness since she left. I now want to have her over for her interior decoration talent, since she's started that business upon leaving. 

These two have been the rare angels in my work at Fairfield University and I appreciate them both so much. I love when time can be made to meet with good people on a Monday afternoon. This is the joy, I suppose, of summer. 

Channeling Summers in the Outskirts of London and Time Spent in Roskilde on Lars Farm as We Head Towards June (My Favorite Month)

I remember the first time I was fortunate to spend time in an English garden. Amy Parton, leader singer of King Kong and an extraordinary human being, introduced me to her family friends and they took us in for a short while where we drank tea in the back garden, fed baby fox, and were mesmerized by the landscaping and care of the flowers. I remember similar joy in all the years of living in Roskilde during the summer in my trailer. There's something about the warm sun and possible cool air of June that makes it a spectacular month. April showers are to bring May flowers, true, but then there is also June.

Yesterday was one of those wonderful spring days. I did a lot of yard work and enjoyed the temperatures. Karal rested on the porch and I putzed in the gardens, started to rearrange, mowed the lawn and trimmed most of the bushes (I'll do the front ones this morning). I know Cynde and Mike redid their back porch and now I'm wondering if I should do the same (and add a jacuzzi so I can enjoy the back porch year round). It's easy to dream up such joyous occasion when the temperatures are perfect and I don't have a million things to accomplish for work and CWP. The rare occasion to think and enjoy simply has me dreaming more about what might be possible.

I also have a backyard full of Connecticut potatoes (giant rocks) that I'd love to rearrange to landscape a better backyard and garden....maybe even enhance the fire pit some. Every time I mow out back I can't help but recall the decade of moving here and all the life that occurred with volleyball games, corn hole, barbecues, and fires. Strange how quickly such rituals came and then disappeared. They were always wonderful times with lots of laughter. 

I took a shower around 4 and then headed to Pam's for casseroles, pea soup, and the bread I made. Today, too, I'm reuniting with Susan LaFrance, the grant officer and accountant that took care of CWP for so many years. It was wonderful seeing her daughter, Elizabeth, graduate with her Masters degree from the School of Business a couple of weeks ago. She, like me, used to be in her office on weekends trying to keep up with it all. They awarded her by letting her go...a tradition that happens to those without tenure protections our campus. It's a budget saving mechanism which is wrong and unfair, especially when someone is as talented as Susan is/was.

I was writing Kentucky friends yesterday saying I made the right decision moving to a location in the northeast, especially with water to look at on the daily. Such serenity really does matter, as do our gardens. I just wish I didn't hurt so much getting up and down...the things they don't prepare you for in youth.

And yes, my allergies are a mess. It's that time of year...but I'll take them with these temperatures.