Boy is it good to be home.

November 21, 2006 in bangor, clarinet, flatball

It’s 11:45 and I am now more or less settled in, having greeted mom, Jeff, Bob, and Zoe (enthusiastically and at great length), played Jeff’s (awesome) new clarinet, had a cup of tea, marvelled at the wonderful assortment of plants growing in the sunny south bay window behind the kitchen sink (including a christmas cactus in bloom, a huge rosemary, the similarly-struggling flat-mate of my now nearly-dead oregano, and the last remaining cuttings from my wandering jew which are in fact doing quite well). Now that was a long and grammatically-complicated sentence! Summary: I am home, and happy to be here, and eagerly awaiting the arrival of my dear sister tomorrow night. I definitely need this break, to just get away from all the stressful things at school and the “crazy introspective Dave” circles that I was starting to drift into.

Tomorrow I think I’ll be visiting the ol’ alma mater to hang out in Mom’s calculus class and sing with chamber choir, and then maybe play frisbee at 3. If you’re in Bangor, lemme know and we’ll do the hang-y hang-y.