I may just do a series of "in-" titles. For no other reason than to be somewhat clever, or at least to feel somewhat so. Then again, I might get tired of it tomorrow.
The inescapable is the next two weeks, with planning and dance recital rehearsals and the recitals themselves (two, between the three girls), the arrival of a choir from Alabama here for a week, soccer, etc, etc. I'd like to go hide in the field and make it go away, but it won't. So I must buckle down, bite the bullet, and all those other cliches that mean DO IT.
The weekend was wonderful, the wedding and reception were fun, with an elegant location, good food, and excellent company. I felt very genteel with it all. Then yesterday afternoon six of us were here at the farm, burning scrap wood and looking very far removed from the very classy crew that had been at the Rideau Club the day before.