New Jersey Went Where??
After having enjoyed temperatures in the seventies and eighties last week, we're back in the sixties again. Still, warm weather seems to come a little earlier every year. I am not looking forward to July or even August, though in August the nights become cooler at least. When temperatures reach 108-115 degrees and you have to carry potholders in your bag just to open the car door when you get back with your shopping, that's enough local warming to suit me. A friend of mine puts those square egg-flat waffled things in her front seat so that she and a guest may actually get into the car without unintentionally melding with cloth, leather, or vinyl. I generally just use a beach towel.
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There are two songs whose promised singing by the congregation dampen my seasonal joy: "Angels We Have Heard on High" at Christmas, and "Christ the Lord Is Risen Today" at Easter. They're lovely songs, of course, but it's always a toss-up whether to endure the glares and sing along or just suffer in silence. The two good singers in our group refuse to single themselves out, so I generally keep quiet too in hopes people will think there are three of us.
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I hate geography. Since (I know, I know) signing up for the WC bb, I have promised myself to work on the project two or three hours a day until I see how quickly the info will come together. I expected to do research on hurricanes. After all, I've been landlocked most of my life. I expected to do research on jails, and I am. I did not expect to have to redraw my internal map of NY. Maybe I never knew the stuff I thought I did. Hate it. Hate geography. If they'd left off that crap about principal agricultural products and just taught me where all these places ARE, it would have been so much better! Frank always put me on map duty when we traveled, but, I mean, that was like take Hwy 29 South and turn right onto Broad Drive at the next light, not the relative positions of North Carolina, Pennsylvania, and NYC!
I'm sure we have a decent atlas here. Maybe that would beat Google Maps?
But what if they've moved some stuff since the atlas was printed? I have the distinct impression that there's more to the West Coast than there used to be. Do you suppose they notify putatively relocated citizens, or do we just wait for somebody from Florida to pull up in the driveway and tell us we're not in Kansas anymore?
Forget quo vadis; ubi sum, and is that anywhere close to Trenton?