Bringing up the rear

It’s been a good long time (well, four days? something like that) since I’ve typed anything, and after a very brief period enough nonsense accumulates that the sheer mass overwhelms and the idea of writing anything at all begins to exhaust. Which is stupid, and sad. Because things deserve writing, and if I miss something, it really isn’t any sort of loss. So here’s random crap, and I’ll assume that the rest of the entries either give it some sort of context, or will soon.

Wee lil Claudia did of course seem damaged already at six, but I found her much more sympathetic than maybe I would have if she’d punched me in the gut. I particularly would like to remember that she planned on cooking green sticks for her dinner, and that after a lot of back and forth, we determine that green sticks were in fact celery.

We’ve ‘cheated’ a bunch, so far — a few brief stints in vehicles, two (lovely) days without baggage, courtesy of Tracy’s folks, another bit where we mysteriously teleported from somewhere 15 miles outside of boston into cambridge, avoiding 45,000 commuters who wanted to smear us against an on-ramp — and I’m pretty much mostly completely happy with this. I feel very weird about justifying these stints, or at least I don’t like justifications which center on ‘earning’ the privilege, but I sure am thankful for the conveniences which folks have gone out of their way to provide. And I apologize for not shouting out particulars, but I’m sure that’ll appear elsewhere. If it hasn’t already.

I slept on a boat for the first time, which was pretty great. The SNL skit of course comes to mind, but even w/o, it’s pretty awesome. And I’ve been in three new states, these last couple days — MA, NH, and ME. We didn’t think we’d get up to Maine, but we did. We’re there now. Our hosts have prepared dinner, and I’m off now to get some. People really are way way way too kind.

And regarding people being way too kind: I’ve been noticing lately how much people actively & sincerely like to help out, and it makes me feel awfully good about the world.

Dozens of public recognitions are in order, but only one comes solely from me, so I’ll neglect all the other worthy folks, and just say that Papa Wheelies is a fantastic bike shop, and they did me far better than I would ever expect of a bike store that I entered as a stranger. If you’re in the Portsmouth area, you’d do well to stop by.

xo. we’re off to a brewpub, in a bit, maybe.
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