All things considered, I had a very nice weekend. On Friday morning, I drove home to New York and, despite the terrible rain, made pretty good time. I didn’t get lost once. On the way, I listened to Neil Gaiman read Coraline on CD, which luckily arrived in the mail the day before. It’s a funny and odd and wonderful book, and Gaiman reads it exceptionally well.
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On Saturday, I attended my aunt’s wedding. I’m still a little shell-shocked from the volume on the dj’s speakers, but otherwise it was really quite nice. The groom’s son insisted that the rain was good luck, but would you really tell a bride that anything was bad luck on her wedding day? Anyway, I had fun. I managed to avoid dancing for most of the afternoon, but I couldn’t really refuse to dance with my grandmother, and I was then roped into a conga line by my mother and my sister. It was less traumatic than it might have been — I am a terrible, terrible dancer — and I did get to keep the silly hat.
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On Sunday, after lunch, I drove back to Pennsylvania. The last few photographs are from that trip. There wasn’t really anywhere to stop where it wasn’t raining, but the changing color of the leaves was really quite spectacular in some places, and I have been promising fall photographs. The other pictures are of nothing in particular…but then, that’s what I seem to do best, photographs of nothing in particular.
Oh well. Again, all things considered, I had a nice weekend, but it’s good to be back. Not necessarily good to be back at work, but one can’t have everything, right?