after swimming, and other things, we drove backroads through lakeville and visited one of miles' former teachers --who recognized him instantly and showed him off to her classroom of giggling first-graders.

on the way back, we talked about the teachers we loved. mrs. smith, my fifth grade teacher, was sweet and patient and let me sit in the back of the class so I could organize the bookshelves. mrs. anderson loved when I read aloud, and had a little girl named riley-jane that I babysat in the afternoons. mr. haskell wrote in capital letters and just laughed when he found my "help! I am being held captive, forced to write countless essays glorifying the juxtaposition of literary elements in nadine gordimer's short fiction!" note. and of course, duggan, who was the reason behind my trip to the high school.

chels and I had a bit of a disagreement involving work schedules, and she "forgot" to mention duggan was unavailable this afternoon. between meetings we talked about portfolios and promised to meet for coffee in boston. she left in such a hurry I forgot about the macaroons.

so I spent tonight reading trashy candace bushnell novels and shouting out answers (questions?) to jeopardy and eating, err, macaroons.


and, seriously, weather.com...where are all these thunderstorms you keep talking about?

ash @ 9:58 PM