Ready for Another Day in the 50s in Syracuse, NY. It Really is Like I'm on a Balmy Spring Break Like Most of My Faculty Friends

Every year I hear the listing of beautiful locations my colleagues are going to rest their minds and to rejuvenate for the rest of the semester. Mind you, these are the same people who have summer off and don't lead teacher institutes and literacy labs for youth during June, July, and August. I've been in the habit of coming to Syracuse whenever I have space so that I can care for the parental units, walk the ol' stomping grounds, and simply go mindless.

Sure I cook (last night it was horrific kielbasa found in the freezer), do chores (like creating a barrier for the flooding puddles out front whenever it rains), and trying to keep the sink empty (which is nearly impossible). But I also come to simply let the day go where the day will go.

Yesterday, Papa Butch and I sat for several hours talking to Bob Ryan on a rare, sunny, March afternoon. In like a lamb this year...don't want to be around when the lion comes. 

Spring Break '24. Clay, New York. Yes, every once in a while the sun does pop through all the wet and gray. It was fortunate to experience such a day yesterday and it looks like another one is coming our way today.

The week flew by.