Broken - last night, for the first time this go-round, I started to get a little tired of watching the Olympics. Bob Costas is as benignly charming as ever and I continue to explore theories about what syndrome of abnormal skeletal growth and ligamentous laxity Michael Phelps might have, but I think it's time to get out from in front of the TV. So, it's a good thing Ayesha and I are going camping this weekend - no TV in the tent.
Here are some photo highlights from the last week and a half or so - Lisa at the sculpture exhibit in the NY botanical garden, Jennie grieving for Wellesley in the White House (sorry, Jennie - maybe Hillary would've done better to show her feminine side by wearing more pretty pink like you), my little cousin Makayla being christened, and my mom kicking old lady ass at the New Hampshire Senior Games. 
Other highlights have included catching up with lots of extended family, going to the track, sleeping in on a regular basis, and running alongside the erstwhile Erie Canal, where I seem to startle at least one heron per run. It's probably annoying for them to have some noisy girl come pounding down the pavement at them, but I really enjoy watching them fly away in that slow-motion way they have.
For now, it's time to turn off the TV (seriously - I don't even know what sport this is) and think about getting ready for the weekend...camping pics next week!
2 comments:
I and my pretty, pretty pink t-shirt are still grieving, you know.
I think Phelps has Marfan's syndrome. Next Olympics, a massive heart attack thing in the pool! I don't really wish that on him, but I have been trying to guess which genetic thingy he must have. -- Moe
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