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I'm crossing my fingers for Sam. I will point out that maybe another reason you were late for class is that while you CLAIM you were "in the parking lot", I don't actually see any, you know, cement and concrete. What I do see is a bunch of fall trees and plants and berries. So, actually driving into a valley on top of leaves and running over a few small tress doesn't actually count as "being in the parking lot." Kind of how I would get stuck, "on the way to school" by somehow going in the opposite direction of school and entering the museum of science and history (I was suck a geek, even when truant!).


hee hee -- Actually, the curb in the first picture? That was right next to my car. And the building in the background in that last picture? That's my classroom, toward which I was headed, but slowly.

I took about thirty pix, and I was just about half an hour late walking in. These were the best shots for this use. (I didn't think my readers would be all that interested in blurry milkweed pods or dead weed silhouettes, though they are halfway useful to me as reference photos.) However, you are not far off in your suspicions. My drive to class on Tuesday mornings is so beautiful, passing Walden Pond State Reservation and then turning through farmland and down gorgeous New England backroads, and since it's in the morning there is always morning light, golden or silvery, depending on the weather, and the light beckons to me so strongly that it is all I can do to actually make it to class. And then it is all I can do to stay there a full two hours.

The class is actually three hours long, but I cannot stand to spend the whole time there. Cannot.

Thank you for your good wishes re Sam. We will find out if he can come home today in just a little while now.


Yes! Grab those moments. You know what the inside of the classroom looks like, after all.

Fingers and toes crossed. And my hair. And any thing else I can cross.


Thank you, Laurie. I called already, and they said they still didn't know and I should call back in half an hour.

Because he got injected with radioactive iodine on Wednesday, the deal is his radiation levels have to go down to a certain Geiger count before they can legally release him to me. As far as I know, that is the only determining factor at this time.

One of the things we are crossing our fingers for is that this should remain the only determining factor. :)

(And yes, alas, I'm afraid that classroom is a big "so what?" compared to any autumn morning outside.)

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