Monthly Archives: August 2014

Chapel on the Lake (310)

I try to time my visits to see my mother so that I am here on Sunday.  That was we can go to chapel at the University Yacht Club.  My dad was a prime mover in the Chapel when he was alive, and his presence is very much still there.  His ashes are buried in the garden at the base of the building.  My mom attends whenever she can get a ride from Gainesville.

It was a perfect summer morning, quite unusual for Georgia at this time of year.  It was not beastly hot, and a late frost has kept the bug population to manageable size.  After the service, we went to brunch in the clubhouse, and then walked the grounds.IMG_2641 IMG_2642 IMG_2653The highlight of the tour was a visit to my dad’s memorial bench.  He shares the bench with his friend Furman.  That would have made them both very happy.

IMG_2646 IMG_2649The afternoon was spent helping  mom do various errands.  She is blind and  so requires assistance beyond the bus transportation provided by her community.  Our final errand was to the grocery store, where we picked up rotisserie chicken and various sides to take to my sister’s house for supper.  My two nephews, fresh from working all day moving Brian into a new house, stopped by briefly before heading out to watch True Blood with friends.




Georgia on my mind (311)

This morning I traveled to Georgia, where I will spend the next few days visiting my elderly mother and also seeing as many of my other relatives as time permits.  The trip was somewhat tedious because of a storm front up an down the east coast, which delayed my flight out of Logan by an hour and then made for a very bumpy ride.  And then the inevitable transition–sky train to the rental car facility, rental car through Atlanta traffic, the ride up to Gainesville.  My Mom is living in a very nice assisted retirement community called Smokey Springs, and I drove straight there.  They were having an afternoon snack of root beer floats, I hadn’t had lunch, and so it worked out well.

After checking in to the Hilton Garden Inn, we went to my sister Jeanne’s house and chatted awhile before leaving for dinner at Folks.  My brother Paul and his family joined us there.

It is one of their favorite restaurants.

IMG_2636Talking about the food meant that we  didn’t talk about politics, religion, or contemporary culture.  It was a successful reentry.IMG_2637


Hellos and Goodbyes (312)

Today was the last weekday of summer session.  And also the last day of work for two women who have long been friends of the OWHL.  The PACC ladies, Mary Ellen and Diane, are leaving the Academy because of a reorganization in their department.  Celeste organized  a little party for them in the back office.

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The party was still going when I had to excuse myself to meet with my colleague Damany to work on a new course on the history and context of the Civil Rights movement in the US.  He brought the newest member of the PA community with him to the meeting, but Asa didn’t have any opinions that he was willing to share.IMG_2631

I drew the short straw and got to work the “evening” shift.    All evening, students attempted to cram their next destination onto a white board that was already overflowing with the plans of their peers.IMG_2634

Many students had completed their work, and were in the library primarily to spend one last evening with the friends that they had made this summer.  It took some active engagement to assure that the kids that did have an exam on Saturday were able to work without distraction.  The highlight of my night was a spontaneous visit by Justice, a rising PA ninth grader who I met at the reception we held for ACE 9’s earlier in the week.  Seeing her made me realize that even though I am really looking forward to some time off, I am also excited for the new school year to arrive.