Monday, March 18, 2019

Irish Eyes

The New London St. Patrick's Day Parade was, as always, a delightful dose of joy and love and friends and kindness and adorableness.

New London rocked it.

And the musicians?

Off the charts.

I mean . . .

. . . these kids were phenomenal. Who carries a tuba on their shoulder? This kid, that's who.

The Whalers Marching Band . . . man, are they good. And delightful. And lovely.

And the crowd was pretty great, too.

See? Me. And so many of my wee friends.

We cheered madly for our little city and all the adorable participants.


Wait, not him. He's fake.

This guy.

And this girl.

And the guy on the far far left . . . And the kid above the "P" . . .

And our former Grand March-el . . .

. . . and our own Mr. Dibble . . .

. . . and us.

And the Poole Girls.

And the guy who has the Best Job in America.

And us.

Thank you, New London . . .

. . . for a St. Patrick's Day for the Ages.

Monday, March 11, 2019

Stylized Scenes of Winter

Nevermind what I said last week.

Winter is never going to end.

We had a gorgeous day of desk-basking on Saturday, followed by a Sunday of driving rain. It's not even the first day of Spring yet, when the weather typically begins to become truly horrible, so I don't know why I'm surprised, but I'm ready for this particular Winter to be over, and for the bluebirds and the butterflies and the rainbows and the unicorns to make their fluttery, ethereal appearance.

They're not here yet.

So in the meantime. I give you Stylized Scenes of Winter, Mistah-style.

In the interest of full disclosure, these photos are from last winter. Way back in early 2018. When we still had our innocence.

I could impart my usual blahdey-blah, but I think these nuggests speak for themselves . . .

. . . let's hope they do . . .

. . . because me myself personally?

I'm burying my head in the snow . . .

. . . until I can bury it in the sand.

Monday, March 4, 2019

First Signs

The world, inexplicably, keeps on spinning.

And here in the absurd northeastern New England place, it's still winter.


But. Even though it's too early and the warm weather doesn't arrive until like mid-July . . .

. . . we have gotten our first, early, premature, too-soon Signs of Spring.

I mean, it's still Winter. And there is plenty of snow . . .

. . . and last night's six inches means all the kids and all the teachers will be hunkering down and building snow peeps instead of learning advanced algebra today . . .


. . . but yesterday was beautiful enough to walk through the 'hood and the Field . . .


. . . and it was quite lovely . . .

. . . and quite photogenic.

And although it's way too early in the season, some of the green was starting to pop out.

 And we saw it.

We have a long way to go, and last night's snow covered up all those First Signs . . .

. . . but if this world of ours *does* continue to keep spinning . . .

. . . we will gratefully take every one of those tiny glimpses of the first signs of Spring that this World deigns to gives us.