The other day, I thought I heard Dr. Weinberger; must have been favorable acoustic conditions from the west. And it doesn’t take glasses to see Halley, even when she’s up on the Cape. (Hope he’s feeling better, Halley.)
I rather coarsely carped about Nantucket’s congestion on my first day here, and then there was the info-highwayman fiasco. I’ve hardly set foot outdoors all fortnight, although despite my best efforts I’m getting a splint-tan. I have no notion what to do about guest-y/host-y gifts. So at the end of the visit, I’m feeling a little like a horrible cranky old greybeard, for whom nothing’s good enough and who hasn’t a kind gesture for anyone, and I’m awfully sorry for that.
The island still is lovely, and my family has sheltered Pippa and Jennifer (and Bea) and me with overwhelming hospitality. Pippa’s Princeton friends have given vast amounts of visiting time, and through everyone else’s generosity I’ve drawn near the end of the rough draft of my exegetical labors.
So it behooves me to thank everyone involved, whole-heartedly, and to apologize if I’ve given offense, and if that chartreuse tea cozy with a tired joke about fishermen doesn’t go with the rest of the décor — well, at least I passed by the tie-dyed one.
Now, to connect with Josiah in Quincy and pull the marathon drive to Evanston. Back to work. . . .
Posted by AKMA at August 27, 2004 02:06 PM | TrackBack