Sunday, September 30, 2007

LRS Dedication, Future plans




Saturday (Mom's house CT): Woke around 9:30, then back to sleep for an hour. MB and I both had dreams about breaking the law, hers involving Angalina Jolie and stolen jewels, and mine involving bogus credit card transactions with MB as an accomplice. Sitting, while MB showered, then the reverse. Downstairs and hanging out while mom cooked breakfast. MB talked to her about future plans.

We drove down to the garage mom's been renting. I helped move some boxes around up in the elevated storage area she had constructed. Then we moved a piece of exercise equipment up to a friend's condo. (The friend wasn't up yet, having had a late night.)

Over to Koky's. We hung out a bit, then MB and I played some guitar, standing. MB said she felt rusty. I played a bit of a new piece I've been working on. Rug cleaning people came and left. The bill was settled during Asturias.

Back to mom's and a snackish sort of lunch, with humus, tofu salad, almond butter and so on. We took Max the dog out for a walk around the condo complex. When we arrived back at mom's it was a little before 5. Email. Upstairs for some personal practice.

Slightly dressed up, we headed over to my old Alma Matter, Long Ridge School. This evening was a celebration of the school's 70 years of activity, and the dedication of the new large gym facility. A tour around, me pointing out memories from over 30 years ago. We saw mom's new office. Then to the new building for the do. Didn't see many old classmates, but met many people who were very complimentary of my mom's work with the students (she's a reading specialist, and quite a good one). She began teaching at LRS in 1971, and here she still is all these years later. Some noodles and salad. A band began playing, but it was a bit too loud given the acoustics of the room. We saw the building's architect wandering around checking on things. He said "the room's too loud." I saw my old teacher Guy Bailey. We stayed until 9:40. Goodbye to mom. Hugs.

MB dozed. A largely uneventful drive back to Boston. Settling in, and now to complete the day, and bed.

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