A good day
A good day starts with photos of good light in front of the mean people's house without getting buckshot in the arse and ends with a gentle breeze, summer veggies via Scott , and pleasant conversations with happy teenagers.
It is grand to have eldest back home. The cello sings to me again while I make dinner. Alas, the car keys are gripped in her hands and she must, must, must burn dust down our gravel drive.
Youngest still awaits the fruits of her summer labor.
Sandwiched in between my good day was a pleasant assignment to the opening of Elk Knob State Natural Area . I wanted to hike to the top immediately, but Scott was wearing flip flops and was not nearly as anxious as I. That's ok. He promised he'd go on another field trip with me.
Elk Knob is near the southern tip of the region's amphibolite rock formations. My father is a well-known geologist and could probably explain what the amphibolites are in layman's terms in the comments. Please daddy? If he chooses to remain silent then you can try to decipher this senseless abstract (warning-chemistry and math involved) .
I took Harley for a walk with Wanda's dogs. She is out of the country for a few more days and I'm paying her back in kindness for taking care of Harley while I was on vacation. As you can tell in the photo above, Harley loves Wanda's pond.
It was a good day and I think I'm gonna end it now by sitting in a chair beside my husband and conversing about nothing important for a while.
Crap! I just swallowed a drunken fruit fly that was in my wine. I hate it when that happens...
