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Home again, after many hours on the road (but only three today). We have no hot water here, but such is life.
Longwood Gardens was/were beautiful (though not... whimsical enough, I guess, to really thrill me) and I had a great time road-tripping with the kid, hearing about his college experience, and subjecting him to my iPhone playlists. (He knew about my sorry taste for Bob Dylan and the amount of Nat King Cole and Ella Fitzgerald that would end up in any collection, and he could have predicted I'd glomp onto Florence + The Machine, but I did shock him by including a Lady Gaga song. He is now echoing me in creating themed playlists (which is the only way I can decide what goes into one) and has asked for all the Simon and Garfunkel and Fats Waller.) Yesterday was the really long day, coming from New Hampshire down to Pennsylvania (seven six (can't count) states total!), and I was kind of glad to get the news about the water, because it completely justified the Allentown hotel room.
I did not watch any debates, I'm afraid, having spent the first night working on the Simon story and last night reading (would have been working on the Simon story if I hadn't had a headache and the free wifi had actually worked, because as I said I need a thesaurus for this one). I am going to try to make a considerable advance on it this afternoon. I may be in the home stretch.
Last night's dinner (in a homey little Allentown cafe) included both battered and deep-fried pickles (awesome) and eggplant fries (awesomer). I think I need lots of greens tonight. We also consumed moose stew on this trip (delicious). Patrick somehow did this despite being sorta-kinda vegetarian. There are exceptions for moose, apparently. And sushi.
Really not feeling too tired. Can't complain. But perhaps I will just mention, things that I had before hyperthyroidism that went away during the height of it and have now returned: migraines. Mild tinnitus. Hot flashes. Not that I would trade them for tremors and high blood pressure and complete exhaustion, thank you, although the migraines are a tough sell. Oh well, at least I'm used to them?
We had a frost while I was gone, I think. Must harvest sweet potatoes.
Longwood Gardens was/were beautiful (though not... whimsical enough, I guess, to really thrill me) and I had a great time road-tripping with the kid, hearing about his college experience, and subjecting him to my iPhone playlists. (He knew about my sorry taste for Bob Dylan and the amount of Nat King Cole and Ella Fitzgerald that would end up in any collection, and he could have predicted I'd glomp onto Florence + The Machine, but I did shock him by including a Lady Gaga song. He is now echoing me in creating themed playlists (which is the only way I can decide what goes into one) and has asked for all the Simon and Garfunkel and Fats Waller.) Yesterday was the really long day, coming from New Hampshire down to Pennsylvania (
I did not watch any debates, I'm afraid, having spent the first night working on the Simon story and last night reading (would have been working on the Simon story if I hadn't had a headache and the free wifi had actually worked, because as I said I need a thesaurus for this one). I am going to try to make a considerable advance on it this afternoon. I may be in the home stretch.
Last night's dinner (in a homey little Allentown cafe) included both battered and deep-fried pickles (awesome) and eggplant fries (awesomer). I think I need lots of greens tonight. We also consumed moose stew on this trip (delicious). Patrick somehow did this despite being sorta-kinda vegetarian. There are exceptions for moose, apparently. And sushi.
Really not feeling too tired. Can't complain. But perhaps I will just mention, things that I had before hyperthyroidism that went away during the height of it and have now returned: migraines. Mild tinnitus. Hot flashes. Not that I would trade them for tremors and high blood pressure and complete exhaustion, thank you, although the migraines are a tough sell. Oh well, at least I'm used to them?
We had a frost while I was gone, I think. Must harvest sweet potatoes.