Yesterday was
possibly the most perfect (is that possible?) day weather wise with bright sunshine
and almost no humidity. It was the kind
of day that was emblazoned in my memories from growing up in New England. Over the quarter century I was away I
convinced myself these kind of days were routine when summer arrived. The reality turned out to be a tad more humid
and less idyllic but yesterday served as a reminder of what I fantasized about.
I was lucky
enough to spend the entire morning outside as I worked with one of our senior
drivers to lay out a competition course for next week’s company picnic. It was interesting work although I did
sacrifice my reading glasses which disappeared under mysterious
circumstances. That led to an interesting
afternoon in front of the computer with my back up pair which were missing one
arm.
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| Afternoon at the Hub |
My excellent
boss rescued me from the delicate nasal balancing act the backup pair required
by suggesting we spend some time at the downtown bus hub talking with customers
and bus drivers. That led to the usual flotsam
and jetsam of Worcester society observations – some extremely interesting characters
although it did lead me to rethink my earlier comments about the welcome change
in female summer attire. There should be
a weight limit on the wearing of thongs in public view.
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| A Good Looking Date |
We salved our
bruised optic nerves with some Brew City libations for a First Friday
celebration. This was followed with a
Zorba’s date with my favorite Panamanian who looked devastating in a summer
dress and restored my faith in female summer fashion. My daughter had an early morning flight scheduled
to join the Wing Man in Minnesota but he reported via text while we were at
Zorba’s that she spent the entire day at the NYC airport with airplane woes. She acquired her lack of patience from yours
truly so I know she had a miserable day.
I woke up this morning to some late night messages that she arrived late
at night and had her feet in the pool while Wing Man recorded.
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| Daughter Feet in Minnesota |
We’re attacking
the deck this morning and hope to get it finished so we sneak up to New
Hampshire tomorrow for a long delayed visit to Keene Friend.
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