Pulling out of a plan to go to NYC this weekend opens all sorts of doors. Cleaning out the garage, fixing the hose with the part I bought at Home Depot, a marathon painting session are all possibilities. I’d be lost without the change of seasons. They are so radically different around here, they almost dictate your schedule. Take a beer down to the pool now, walk in the woods now, paint in the basement now, X-country ski with the fresh snowfall and read by the fire. Summer has still got a grip on us but there is an itchy anxiousness in the air.
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