Blueberries and pirates and a cat named Spider.
Chaos. Pure frelling chaos. I think I'm going to take a bath and collapse in front of the television. But. As a pre-trip getting-in-the-mood-for-RI sort of thing, here's a photo of Spooky's dad which I took last time we were in Providence, June/July '04. He's making blueberry preserves (there are huge blueberry bushes on the farm), and it was about a hundred and five degrees in the kitchen. I always meant to post it and just never got around to it. He is an anthropologist by trade. I think it shows.
