Before and After

Late night drinking Shiraz and grilling kabobs, and an early morning at Laura and Andy's lovely love nest:) near Central Square...



Then on to a diner with Aunt Shelley, boy is it great to rant with someone who *knows*.



Now, I have fully trained the munchkin to be my cohort and travel companion, fearlessly braving the T, to South Station where we took Concord Trailways up to Manchester. As the I-93 landscape drifted by I was reminded of countless field trips in my youth where I would delve into myself for hours, letting my eyes flick across the speeding horizon, communing with the passage of space and time. I love being alone. Not that I don't like to be with other people, but...

When we stepped off the bus in Manchester, by the river, there was Abbie, waiting with sleeping boys in the car. We decided to take them all to Crystal Lake (as per I.'s request) which was just up the street from our old apartment. It is nice to reminisce in our old stomping grounds, and I knew that here the kids wouldn't need bathing suits to swim.



Finished my book late last night, long after everyone else had fallen asleep, perhaps that is also why I felt the need to surround myself by the pines and the lake. Still no writing but I was drawn to a certain character who seemed to be spying on us as we played and while we left, perhaps he will be the newest protagonist. He needs a proper name.