When Harry Met Sally

I had a wonderful time this past weekend because Haley, Andrew and Bailey came to visit. We went to the Florida Caverns State Park which is less than an hour away (but in another time zone) and though they hardly rival Carlsbad or the ones in Kentucky, they’re still pretty cool (literally and figuratively). We had fried oysters at Crystal River, spent two fun hours or so at the fantastic World Market, and went to see Pixar’s Cars. It was a fun flick but I was distressed at the end to see that Joe Ranft died last summer. I must have missed it in the news.

Haley and Andrew introduced me to Phase Ten which is a good card game – I probably think so because I won the very first time I played. I have a sinking feeling I never will again. Bailey and I gathered pears and looked for (but didn’t touch) mushrooms, and tried to guess flavors from a box of Every Flavor Beans; as always she made numerous short-shorts using my camera. Maybe she’ll be the Sally Potter of her generation. Which reminds me: she asked me, in reference to the film poster from Orlando that is in what was my study and is now her bedroom: “Is Sally Potter married to Harry Potter?”

Next week I start Music History so the slackin’ days will be over until August. I’m really looking forward to it, though. Still keeping up in Latin but very glad I took it credit/no credit. The first exam wasn’t the bloodbath I feared it would be – an A-, which is just fine by me.