Today is opposite day. Wear your shirt backwards. Put your left shoe on your right foot. Comb your teeth. Brush your legs. Shave your hair. Up is down. Hot is cold.

 

 

Many people feel that our way of life, the move we made from Boston to the middle of nowhere is/was drastic. My mother-in-law and her husband still feel that visiting our home is camping. In most cases, the criticism of our way of living is said in the context of justifying their own environmentally friendly choices, “you don't have to go to such drastic measures to have a smaller 'footprint'. I turn off lights. I recycle. I drive a Prius.” This generally elicits a giggle from me, followed immediately by the “what is this world coming to” train of thought.

 

 

We were thrilled with the attendance tonight. The Town Hall was warm and everyone was kind and interested and had great questions. It was a lot of material to cover. In opening the evening with the potluck, Dan and I were able to slowly adjust to the number of people as they trickled in. 25 people is HUGE for Grafton, whose residents can rarely agree on anything. I was intimidated. I met a lot of new people who I'm looking forward to getting to know better and I saw a lot of old friends whose faces were a comfort to me, looking out on such a large crowd.

Dan's cell phone rang at 2 this morning; a somewhat brutal beginning to what I fear is going to be a long, horrible day. Yes-  it is Memorial Day, but there is no rest for the wicked and we, apparently, have fallen squarely in the wicked category.