Friday afternoon. (picture is from spring 2002 in Bermuda – random, and wow do I look young) Today I’m camping out at Mum and Dad’s because they are putting new windows in our 3rd floor and scraping the house for re-painting, and there’s lead paint dust everywhere. So, Whit and I had a lovely morning driving around. We had breakfast with Mum & Dad at the Watertown Diner, went to Bloomingdale’s looking for a dress for Gloria’s wedding, and then played with Christina and Will at 17 Devon Road for a while. We had a Hi Rise picnic at Raymond Park with Daddy for lunch. Whit’s now screaming in Hilary’s room at 33 Lex while I sit here and listen. Week has flown by. Intrigued by Providence. Will know more in a few weeks when I go back down there for a whole day. Have had great chats this week with Hadley, Jessica, and Quincy, so that’s a good week in my book! Matt’s off to India tomorrow for a whole week again (well, India-Dallas-New York). He will swoop back into town just in time for our big TPT dinner next Friday night.

So, as promised … a few thoughts on songs and who/what they remind me of:
Maybe I’m Amazed – Matt
No Woman No Cry – QB, midnight drive from Hamptons to Bay Head, spring 1996
One – Allison Engel
Like a Prayer – Leigh Danforth
Killing me Softly – Bouff, Ivy ladies, senior spring
Sister Golden Hair, Man in the Moon – Jesse Johnson
any Shawn Colvin – 402-403 Forbes; Courtney, Kendall, Charlotte
Hips Don’t Lie – Robert Wood, Kiawah April 2006
Leather and Lace – Kennedy Cosgrove

Ahhhh … I could do this all day! The tip of the iceberg. I love road trips mostly because the random song assortment takes me on a wild trip through time. 32 years have been rich in memories, that’s for sure – who knows what lies ahead.
Thought for the day:
“We can choose whom we live with, whose hand we shake, whose cheek we kiss, but we cannot choose who in this wide world, out of the millions, we truly love. Our emotions ride air currents whose sources we cannot name. Love is an infinite feeling in a finite container, and so upsets the intellect, frustrates the will.” – Louise Erdrich, The Blue Jay’s Dance (one of the great books on parenting, to my mind)

And on that note, Whit’s finally quiet….. off to start The Emperor’s Children.