yesterday don't matter if it's gone

listening: franco battiato's cover of "ruby tuesday"

I am about to leave for two weeks on various couches and in guest rooms on the East Coast. First I fly to Atlanta to see Ben & Amanda (and hopefully catch up with C's friends J&S). After spending Labor Day weekend with them, I will board a train to Charlotte, NC, where I will finally get to see my two loves Jolene and Mister A for longer than a meal. I will stay to harass them for about a week before taking another train to Washington, D.C. where I will commune with various friends from college and the museum and another, more recent friend. I'll also be saying hello to Mister Jefferson and keeping my ears open for response from the public school system. There is fantastic article in the DNC edition of Newsweek about the new chancellor taking on the teachers' unions. The nerd in me is stoked to see what happens.

To leave all three of my readers with a pleasant image, this is the pecan tree under which I spent naps when I was a little girl, sitting in a hammock until the ropes pressed into my skin. Unfortunately, after being struck by lightning many times and showing signs of dying, it either has to be cut down or it will fall on the house. House wins. House always wins.