Well, not really unexpected; no adventure may begin without a good farewell party... My wonderful family, renowned as entertainers of the 1st class, did indeed send me off in style. And unlike Bilbo Baggins, I did not have to do the dishes after...
So, on the penultimate day of my departure, friends and family descended on 3 Bragdon Ave for a day, well into the evening, of food, laughs and some bocce. I was, of course, running around the place, occupied with last minute details, vacuum sealing food, weighing gear on a digital scale and the like. Though I was not too occupied to eat, socalize and dominate at bocce (My partner Rit is a ringer--must have been the cricket back in Jolly Ole England.)
The time spent with everyone that day was the greatest gift for which i could hope. But when i left the next morning i took with me many more, tangible, (and very useful) gifts. Thus far on the trip I have enjoyed much great new music, started 2 new books, eaten many snacks, used muscle and hand salves, and read and re-read letters and cards. Thank you all so much for everything; I can't possibly convey how much each of your thoughtful gifts means to me. But imagine me reading a letter or card in camp and how much comfort i would take from it...
A great time was had by all and i departed for Chicago with a contented stomach and soul, accompanied by cd mixes, gifts and lots of love. Thank you all!
PICTURES TO COME SOON!
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